AppleDash Appreciation Post · 7:49pm May 1st
My garden is distinct from the orderly orchards that feed our family. If I'm being honest--and I always am--it's kind of a mess. Sunflowers sweep in wild loops across the half-acre of my little plot. Azaleas spring up in patches, confused at being brought forth so out-of-season. Zinnias tussle with coreopsis for sunlight. Black soil frames it from below, so that from a pegasus-eye view, the color really pops.
I am an earth pony. How do I know what it looks like from above?
Because she tells me every time she drops in. I hear the admiration in her voice, see how when she lands she pulls up higher than usual to make sure the downblast of wind doesn't hurt the delicate flowers. She tells our friends about what images I pull from the earth, the mosaics of blooming flowers.
My garden is chaotic. But it's not chaos.
It's love.
Yeah, alright.
They're a classic.
But you settle down over there.
5778939 Who's a good boy?
Rarijack forever!
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Not this guy.
An excellent pair. n_n