My Home!

Gardening with Haze is far more agreeable and comfortable than it has any right to be.

The woman is cheery, so inoffensively so as to be ridiculously frustrating.

Frustrating because she's right for it, and Tyrea finds herself uplifted as if by a merry wind.

They're restoring the groundcover of the imperial villa; apropos, to be tending not to centrepiece blossoms of all eye-catching colors and demurities but to the essential carpet underneath one's tread.

She's thankful, is what she is, and absolutely bewildered to be playing host.

But her guest is lovely and benign. Tyrea supposes she doesn't mind.