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“These can't wait, not since I have entered the garage!” I realize.
While I can levitate the Peonies, quite easily; I still I need a shovel, in order to put the plants into the ground. After a few minutes of searching, I do find what I am looking for. I pull the shovel out, with me; right along with the plants, I had intended to take out.
“Now, where do I want these Peonies?” I mumble.
I could plant them on the back, or along the street? Now I just have to make up my mind. If only I had been a gardener, or botanist, in the first place; this would have been quite easy. I am not even certain, where they would have been fitting; in my new Japanese garden. If they actually do fit in here, at all.
In the end, I pick a dozen Peonies with me, along with the shovel. I step out, before I am trotting to the back of my home; placing the pots on the stone-tiles just behind the building. I dig a few holes in the ground, deep enough to swallow the pot; pull the plant out of the pot and place it in the newly dug hole. Now I just push the dirt back, into the hole around the previously potted plants.
“There, much better; I just hope, this is good enough, for the Peonies now!” I mumble.
“My little Peonies!” I giggle; enjoying the personal pun, even when I have no pony to share it with.
I gather the remaining dirt, that refused to fit into the old holes; carrying that, to the compose in the far corner of the yard. I am quite content, leaving the dirt on the compost for now. Maybe I could have use for it, later.
“At least, these Peonies are in the ground!” I mumble, as I return to the garage.
“These small miniature trees look good, maybe I should plant them on the front?” I mumble.
“Japanese Miniature Maple” the label reads.
I pick up a dozen trees, and take the shovel with me out to the front of my garden. Once I reach the street, I continue to the edge; where I dig the first hole for a maple-tree. Once the hole is dug, I place the first tree in it; before I continue to the next point, where I dig the second hole. Like this, I continue to dig the hole, place the tree in the hole and finally push the dirt in after the tree. Once I had planted the first batch of trees, I trot back into my garden after another batch of a dozen trees, and repeat the process.
I only stop, by the path, from my home to the street; before I continue planting more trees. Once I had completed the line of trees; I continue to plant the rest of the trees along the porch.
“There, beautiful!” I exclaim, as I am watching the newly planted trees.
First now, I can afford to watch the other side of the street; finding several traditional Japanese homes lining the street. From outside, these houses are looking like my own home.
“Do they have a basement, like mine; or a second floor, the way I have?” I ponder, giggling at the idea.
“Maybe I could trot over to see, if there is a market in town; where I could buy groceries, or any other items I may need!” I mumble.
That would be good; but it can wait, for now. I have other things to attend to; and several more floors of my home, left to explore.
“So much to explore, and so little time!” I mumble; oblivious of just how much time I have, on my hooves.
“How many floors, remain to be discovered?” I ponder, uncertain, of what is awaiting me.
For now, I have finished my gardening; but you never know, maybe I will need to tend to the garden, or more plants appear, requiring my attention.
“This kimono is comfortable, I had not expected to enjoy wearing it this much!” I mumble, as I trot back to the garage.
I trot in, and leave the shovel inside; where I had found it earlier, so that I can find it again, if and when I will be needing it again. From there, I trot out and close the door behind myself.
Once the garage is once more closed, I trot up to the porch and enjoy the view of my garden. While I only see the front, I have both the maples, and the peonies; lighting up the now beautiful garden. After a few minutes, I open the door to my home, before I step in and close the door behind myself.
“I had never expected gardening be so exciting!” I mumble.
Maybe this is why it had been so much fun? Of course, the change I had accomplished; also needs to be taken into account, when all is said and done. I am not just exploring my home; but also myself, and how much I could do with what I had been given. Even if I may have been filly-napped; in order for me to be here, in the first place.
Once indoors, I stand alone in the cloak-room; considering my situation. As a sophisticated Pony, I am comfortable with finer clothes, even if I have no problem showing up entirely nude on the streets of Ponyville. I am not in Ponyville right now, but in a traditional Japanese village of currently unknown name and standings.
While I am here, maybe I could as well dress up for the part? It certainly would not hurt me, but if I were to encounter anyone; Pony or Human, I would have been better prepared with this kimono on. With that, I am keeping it on, as I wear the kimono I had been imparted with.
I generally do not enjoy formal wear, but it is not as if I had never been seen; wearing them, from time to time. Had I been an Alicorn, like my local counterpart; I would have worn one, at my own coronation of course. Maybe it is just as well, I had never been through that now. I certainly do not envy her, even if I may look forwards, to taking on the responsibilities, to help my fellow Pony. Maybe this could be in my future? I do not yet know.
For now, I am trapped within this house, which is my home for the duration. I will do my best, exploring what I have. I do not have anything better to do. Besides, I am alone; if you do not count that Statue, in my basement.
“I will wear my kimono, while I am here in my Japanese home, but only when I am here and not when I am anywhere else!” I declare.
“Right now, I feel like exploring the next floor! I can explore the Japanese aspects later; unless something change, it isn't as if I am going anywhere!” I mumble, to no Pony in particular.
I disrobe; slipping out of my kimono and red Ruby boots and slip them back, into the wardrobe.
“That is strangely liberating, as much as I have enjoyed wearing this kimono!” I pronounce; as I turn towards the door, I expect leading up to the next floor.
While I have no idea, as to what is awaiting me up there; I am curious, expectant of what is lying ahead of me.
Now I am opening the door, stepping into the hall; trotting up the flight of stairs, in search for what is in store for me.
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