Post by Miranda Florin on Mar 26, 2013 6:44:24 GMT -8
Miranda regarded the flower she had bought, in memory of Hart. It had been quite some time since she had made the decision to put him to sleep, but she still missed him. Of course, she had Cray, who was coming along well, and Sye, who was as healthy as could be, but there had been something about the old varnish gelding that was different from the rest of her horses. Picking up the box that held the statice, Miranda left her room, leaving Kalle inside so that the cat couldn't escape and cause her to worry again.
Carrying the flower carefully, Miranda made her way down to the memory garden, recently erected, and still very new to the campus. She had asked around, and hadn't found any negative answers to what she was going to do, so she hoped that she wouldn't get into trouble. As she approached, her eyes found the green plants, just starting to bloom in some areas, and she looked down at her small statice, knowing that it might not work with the rest of the plants here, but that Hart deserved it nevertheless. As she approached the centre of the garden, Miranda found a circular plot of earth, with only a few plants already in place. In the middle was a statue of a horse, grazing on a cloud, and as she looked around, Miranda saw the names of a few horses that she remembered on stones near the flowers. Smiling, she knelt down, finding a patch of empty earth near the statue. Not caring if she got her hands dirty, Miranda started digging, creating a hole deep enough to hold her statice's roots.
After she had placed the flower in carefully, and covered it with the soft earth, Miranda poured most of her water over the roots, remembering that her mother had always told her to water plants that were newly planted. While she didn't have a stone for Hart, Miranda knew that she would remember which flower was his. Sitting back on her heels, she looked at the pretty lavender flowers, recalling the varnish roan, snapshots from her life and work with him. The gelding, lost and confused in his stall; Kent lunging him to show her how it was done; riding the gelding carefully over the Green Hill Trail; and finally, kissing his nose at the equine clinic. He had been a good horse, and he had deserved to go in peace, but that didn't mean that Miranda didn't miss him every day.
Carrying the flower carefully, Miranda made her way down to the memory garden, recently erected, and still very new to the campus. She had asked around, and hadn't found any negative answers to what she was going to do, so she hoped that she wouldn't get into trouble. As she approached, her eyes found the green plants, just starting to bloom in some areas, and she looked down at her small statice, knowing that it might not work with the rest of the plants here, but that Hart deserved it nevertheless. As she approached the centre of the garden, Miranda found a circular plot of earth, with only a few plants already in place. In the middle was a statue of a horse, grazing on a cloud, and as she looked around, Miranda saw the names of a few horses that she remembered on stones near the flowers. Smiling, she knelt down, finding a patch of empty earth near the statue. Not caring if she got her hands dirty, Miranda started digging, creating a hole deep enough to hold her statice's roots.
After she had placed the flower in carefully, and covered it with the soft earth, Miranda poured most of her water over the roots, remembering that her mother had always told her to water plants that were newly planted. While she didn't have a stone for Hart, Miranda knew that she would remember which flower was his. Sitting back on her heels, she looked at the pretty lavender flowers, recalling the varnish roan, snapshots from her life and work with him. The gelding, lost and confused in his stall; Kent lunging him to show her how it was done; riding the gelding carefully over the Green Hill Trail; and finally, kissing his nose at the equine clinic. He had been a good horse, and he had deserved to go in peace, but that didn't mean that Miranda didn't miss him every day.