Vidar dug his paws deep into the earth and inhaled. He loved the smell of fresh dirt. It soothed his soul in a way that nothing else to date quite did. Not that his soul particularly needed soothing, but it was always nice to relax he reflected. As he sat for a few moments with his paws encased in damp earth he paused to survey his garden. Being February the ground was cold and hard, he was only able to be out digging thanks to the recent rains and warm temperatures. But he wanted to get these bulbs planted before spring time truly hit. So there he was in the garden, with a bag of already sprouted Tulips sitting beside him. He smiled down at the little bulbs already showing their greenery and began to hum as he turned over the first pawful of earth. It was a tuneless little ditty meant to comfort the plants as they were moved to their new home. He leaned down and picked the first one up and plopped it gently into the new hole he'd dug around the base of what would be his flower mound once things truly began to grow. So digging holes one by one, humming softly he began to plant his bulb his leaf waving in the wind.
