Cricket Creek Bog so peace be with every place that you had

weejay listed rapt, trying to catalogue the information aengus easily supplied. so his home was an even mix of shaded and well-sunned; weejay tried to tick off all the types of plants and flowers she knew that preferred either, but honestly the list was endless and even if you gave her fifty million hours she'd probably not exhaust it.

prompted to think of her own home, weejay's expression darkened; it was perhaps the first sign of the quiet storm that lingered behind weejay's demeanor. "it's a mix, i guess. there's some high spots that are sunny but we don't have a lot of flowers there. it seems too dry." it wasn't like the bog, which was rife with moisture. "and.. i have a flower patch! it's small... but i dont' have any secret places.. should i?" she looked to aengus in wonder, realizing maybe she really had glubbed up by declaring a flower patch in a communal area.