“Water every plant. Plant every seed. Talk to a tree. Thank the earth today.”

“Tryna wash away all the blood I've spilt. This lust is a burden that we both share. . . Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer. . Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt”

“I've no enemies. The only opposition I did have? Well. . . Would anyone care for some mint tea?”

"Ummmm, well..." Looking to the sun that fully grew over the horizon, Kora had to think for a moment. And then, it hit her. "Ah! I know. If you ever find yourself down this road in the future, I usually like a white hot chocolate and a croissant, nothing fancy. In the summer, returning -

“Absolutely not.” And with all of her bravery, the woman took the bikers hand and placed the tiny wreath inside of it. "It was a small thing I made just by happenstance, and I make them occasionally, but I would prefer you to have this. Besides, it means you'll be a returning customer!"

"Uh-huh! Pine bark, evergreen needles, cranberries; all from my own backyard. And if you wanted to, you could hang it from the headlight of your bike." Kora was all smiles; maybe she should make smaller ones for rearview mirrors and the like. They were less work than the major ones "You like it?"

“A wreath?!” Looking over his bike, Kora soon begzn to tap at her own lip with a wandering idea. And then, like a sunflower popping open for the first time, she sprung to an idea. The fair botanist shuffled over to the fruit stand, and through a box under the wooden shelf, she knew it had to be-

Cali. Persephone through the seasons

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰

"Not exactly. I have poinsettia starts for those who have a somewhat useful hand at growing. But uh...." Hazel green eyes looked at the back of his bike and the already small space. "I don't think you'll be taking anything like that with you today, sir. Maybe another day or when you have a car."-

𝘌𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘏𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘴.

"What do I grow?" That's when she turned sheepish upon handling over the fruits of her mother's labor. Kora kept her eyes to the road of passing cars. "I grow flowers. Grouds. Apples. I've tried growing pomegranates but have failed at every attempt to where I just gave up." A laugh of defeat but-

𝘌𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘏𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘴.

It took her a moment, but soon, the grower began to sniff above the fruit as she weighed out the aroma to get a mental taste. "These!" Kora said ecstatically as he offered the bunch in her right hand to the man. "I do hope you don't plan on eating an entire bushel right here." She jests.

“Oh! Oh my gosh, yes!” A faint laugh as she handed over the bushels, the chipper harvester made her way back to the stand. Looking over the fruit, she knew her mother would be more than ecstatic to know her strawberries sold well. Looking for a deep red bunch and a soft red bunch, she took them-

With branches of menthol wrapped to her back, the goddess groaned. "I slept SO wrong...Cerberus was in the bed.."

“By all means, sample one! My mother prides herself on her garden and how sweet everything is! And besides, this is your bunch.” Offering the male the opportunity to pick, Kora was sure to give undivided attention to this only customer in the wee hours of the morning. Plus, she deemed-

“Oh, well, that is a deeper clarification of the meaning.”

“ That is not truly a descriptive sentence!”

“Explain.”

“...so hypnotic love?”

“Little flame, care to inform me?”

“What's a simp?”

“Ah, of course. Strawberries. Thesse weren't grown by me but by my mother. Albion strawberries have a darker color, both internally and externally, and a consistently sweeter flavor than most strawberries.” As she lifted the small box with three bushels, Kora walked over to the man.-

“Hades said it was fine. He can adjust size as he wishes but it was indeed not fine.”

With branches of menthol wrapped to her back, the goddess groaned. "I slept SO wrong...Cerberus was in the bed.."

“Good morning.” Bustling about her, to and from from her little VW floral print bug, the redhead made sure that all her fruits and wreath starters were in their place; and money for change was in her pocket. As she accounted for everything and moved to stand at the side of the stand, -

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Setting up was indeed what the gingerly woman was doing. With her hair braided down in one single braid on the side, she bustled around the wooden booth with the name "BOUNTIFUL HARVEST" on the sign. And as she placed bushels og strawberries, blueberries, peaches and apples. Bunch after-

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Cali. Sorry, I'm not gonna be multi-ship.

Meticulously making harvest potpourri bundles. “Living things and dead things, all in harmony...”

⠀ 𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖘 𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 / 𝕲𝖔𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 • sᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅᴅᴇss ɴʏx. • ʙɪsᴇxᴜᴀʟ. ʙɪʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ. • ᴍᴜʟᴛɪsʜɪᴘ. ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ. • ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ. #ɢʀᴇᴇᴋᴍʏᴛʜ. • ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs. ⠀

Produces a yellow apple tor him.

Gold Fruit A little fruity Get it? She crushed the apple as quickly as it was made. "It was a bad joke; blame Hades."

"What good would that do? He would just feel worse than he already does and feel as though he isn't attentive to his wife, or his domain. I would rather not have to cheer up a depressed God..."

"Then explain it to me, Mel, because I am wondering just how 600 souls walk in and out like it's a greecian market!"

Her hands went up in frustration! "I offered my assistance but he said no! Something about a man's vengeance with her brother..."

“I know, Hecate. But...” Absentmindedly sewing a wreath of sticks together as to make it decorative later, Persephone sighed. "I do wish he'd let me help at times."

“600 souls flew out of the Underworld one day. I didn't bother to ask Hades what exactly happened and he hasn't wanted to talk about it.”

“600 souls flew out of the Underworld one day. I didn't bother to ask Hades what exactly happened and he hasn't wanted to talk about it.”

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