The Meek Shall Inherit

It was where she did her thinking. Any problem she’d come across, the garden had been her thinking place. She’d weigh the options between measures of soil and water, ponder over the potential ripples created when potting or tending between the flower beds.

Meg’s head tilted thoughtfully. I think I’d go mad if I didn’t get soil between my toes at least once a day. Some might call that very thing mad, but I find it relaxing. She’d smile, offering a soft chuckle of her own to mingle alongside his.

It broadened as he praised the idea, nodding along with the hope of establishing something that could benefit the new generation and accommodate the accomplishments of the ancient. There is still a bit of work to do, setting it all up, the running of it, all the fun bits, but I’ll take your enthusiasm as willing to join the meeting? Bajie had a proven track record, she could trust his judgement in this type of position though she still wanted him to take the lead on the decision, she wouldn’t force it on him.

Brows rose as he mentioned a protege, Oooh. You should bring her with you next time. If she feels up to it, of course. I can’t imagine how jarring things must be waking up after all that time, if you need anything though, both of you, just ask. There had been so much upheaval in the last decade, now was the time for kindness to take charge and lead and that started with looking after the people in her care.

@Bajie