Sun Flower flew from her home to the field of flowers she kept nearby. On her back were a small tank of liquified fertilizer and a set of tools.
The field was a mix of blues, reds, yellows, and purples, all inviting anypony who saw them to come stand among them. A few pegasi were doing exactly that, enjoying the sights and smells of the garden.
She was glad they were there. Sharing the beauty she saw here with the others in the town was one of the reasons she had planted it in the first place. The other ponies all meandered around from flowerbed to flowerbed, occasionally pausing to smell some of the flowers or take a closer look.
Most of the flowers here were a hardier type than what was common in most of Equestria. These types grew higher in the mountains and endured the cold better than most others. She had visited the mountains far to the north and had even visited the Crystal Empire once just so select flowers that would grow well in this climate.
She landed on a path among the flowerbeds, stepping gracefully around the clusters of different types of plants. One by one, she felt a flower from each cluster with her wing.
Moving though the flowerbeds, she stopped by one that was a little different. She felt it, and indeed, something was off. The flowers here were more limp than the others, and the color didn't look quite right. Besides that, there was a feeling to them that she couldn't quite explain, as if they were calling to her for attention.
Not to worry though, that was why she had brought her supplies along.
She reached into the clusters and gently spread the stems aside. In the center was a hidden sign bearing a single number. Upon seeing it, she took off and flew to the edge of the garden, then flew down beneath it.
Hidden in the clouds beneath the garden was old retired cloud factory equipment that she had gradually acquired at some industrial surplus auctions.
She angled her wings down to compensate for the extra lift provided by the updraft generators. It was these that kept the flowerbeds suspended above her. Flying among them without crashing took some skill, but she had plenty of practice down here.
Searching the numbers on the signs, she found the machinery for the waning flowerbed and checked the rainclouds. They had plenty of water, as evidenced by the spray being funneled into the updraft beside her, but the fertilizer levels were a bit low.
She took the tank off her back, attached a hose to the mixer, and opened the valve on top. The gauge on the mixer rose, and the rain traveling upwards took on a greenish hue.
With that, she detached the tank, and left to check on the rest of the flowers. It would probably take a few hours for the fertilizer to take effect anyway.
Soon enough, the sun was setting on her garden, and the other ponies were flying off back to their homes. She paused a moment to watch the flowers close for the night, then took off.