The Wishing Tree (2) : Your wish is only said to come true if you grant the wish of someone else; when you write your wish, you must also take one off of the tree and do your best to grant it. What wish do you pull off, and how do you intend to ‘grant’ it? Do you work with someone else to grant this wish, or do you work alone? You may get approval from another player to use the wish their character hung up, but no names are attached so your character may not ever know who wrote it!
Well, of course he'd plucked a slip of paper off the branches.
Basyl hadn't felt confident in his ability to convince his date that granting wishes was a fun activity they should do together, but after they'd left their own slips buried in the park, it had seemed like the right thing to do to see if he could actually accomplish anything anyone else wanted. Maybe he could do two: one for himself, and one for Nataniel, so both of their secret wishes would "come true..." Given that he had the time now, it seemed like a nice thought. What could it hurt? It was the right thing to do, the nice thing to do. It was in the spirit of the event.
After parting ways with Nataniel for the evening, Basyl returned his attention to the folded sheets of colored paper he'd pocketed earlier.
The first was just a wish to see that everyone was trying their hardest to grant wishes off the tree. There was a little note at the bottom in pretty gel pen cursive that said, 'Pass on the vibes!' Okay, check to whatever that meant, Basyl thought. He was trying to do his part. He'd taken the papers off the tree. Good, okay, moving on.
The second was not so simple.
There was apparently a community garden hardly more than a couple blocks from where Basyl stood in the park at this very second. It was planted and upkept completely by volunteers, and was managed so that those most in need could come collect s sackful of fruits and vegetables. Except of course there would never be enough for everyone who needed it, and the garden was short on volunteers in the overheated summer months. Weeds were starting to sprout in place of veggies, and much of the garden's resources were quickly depleting...
It would be nice if someone was able to help out with the gardening and planting.
Basyl didn't know that much about gardening in an actual garden. Most of his plants were in an aquaponics system, getting nearly all of the nutrients they needed from running water and fish waste. It was so efficient it made him giddy to think about. A tank full of beautiful fish supplying the means to fertilize beautiful plants and all functioning in such sweet harmony.
Gardening seemed harder and messier and more easily prone to failure, but he could give it a shot!
He did have a few loose sprouts of strawberries and mint from when he'd purchased bundles for his own tank. He had no idea how they'd do in the ground, but since he had nowhere else to put them and they needed a nice home, it couldn't hurt to see how they'd fare.
He'd pick out a little patch for them, perhaps near the fence, so that they wouldn't be in the heat of the blazing sun all day. He'd clear away all the weeds, sift through the dirt so that the ground was nice and soft for planting. He'd tuck in all his seeds and stalks (and absolutely not glance over his shoulder to the other garden plants and wonder what the likelihood of those three-pronged leaves being weed was). He'd lay down a heavy soaking so that everything was hydrated.
Basyl knew that he hadn't done much. This wasn't his area of expertise, and he was sure that there were people who could've and would've performed better. But it still made him feel nice. It still felt as though he'd accomplished something, however small that something was. And per his usual, if he could do something to be of some service, he always would.
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