Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2016 1:54:42 GMT
Maude stirred in her sheets and turned over to look at the ceiling. There was only a little sunshine coming through, but it was enough to light up the room. It was well past when Maude usually awoke, but that was evident enough by the fact the sun was up at all. Josh had encouraged her to sleep in a little longer. She didn’t remember how exactly and she was impressed he had succeeded, but now her bed was empty so she had no reason to stay. Without pausing to let herself feel tired she sat up and pulled the covers off of her
It wasn’t long before she was a bit more dolled up and downstairs. It was chill out today. Of course, Maude dressed in her usual short work clothes, but she had never minded the cold. Still she noted the draft coming through her kitchen windows. It seeped in through between the glass and the frame. It would probably help to lock up the window so it stayed airtight, but Maude always chose to leave them unlocked. It was an old habit, the motivation for which had disappeared a long time ago, but had not been forgotten. It seemed like sentimental nonsense to her really, letting out the warmth for no real reason, but she just always thought it important to leave them unlocked.
She debated between cooking up a brunch now or waiting to make a lunch for Josh and her. As she did, she looked over her small army of potted seasonings. Now a days she actually had plenty of room to plant them all, but she found this set up to be more convenient. She’d had to buy a good damn many pots to house all the things. The small collection from her Clock Town days wasn’t nearly enough, but you could still see the old ceramics here and there in the group. She slid one near her, a gray thing that used to hold her last pumpkin plants. That sprout had survived longer in that small container than she ever thought it would, but it made it long enough to become the first crop-bearing plant on Sunrise Farm.
Yet, this was only one of her two saplings. The other had been given away before it could get here, but that was alright. She’d made sure it had a nice home and she doesn’t say that because Farrah had kept great care of it. She says so because she remembers having to instruct her daughter on what to do until she was confident she wouldn’t kill it. First she had to explain that the ocean was not an acceptable source of water for the poor flora. Then had to teach her about proper dirt and how it didn’t contain sand and so the lessons went on. She supposed she wouldn’t have expected differently and Maude never minded helping tend to the plant. And teaching was a thing mothers did right? She had never felt like she knew what she was doing, but eventually the plant did bear a little fruit. Truthfully it was more of a bud, not enough to cook anything with. They celebrated anyways, just with store bought ingredients. It had been a while since then. Goddesses, she would be 34 next month. She felt old.
She wondered how Farrah was doing. Maybe she should write her a letter today. Her opinion hadn’t changed on writing the damn things. Goddesses she still hated it, but she found it to be an efficient way to get letters back and that part she liked. She hoped her daughter was doing well. Maude wasn’t the kind of admit such things, but… well she missed the girl. Seemingly today more than usual. She was damn proud of her. Farrah was still lazy and a bit self-centered and her sense of humor was irritating at best, but she’d grown up so much. She was braver and didn’t cry as much. She travel all over and found some new productie things to do. Not many folks got to say their daughter was a healer. And Maude had been so elated to hear when her child finally got a job. Maude of all people shouldn’t be impressed by that, but it was more than she thought would happen! It felt like Farrah had finally grown into a beautiful young adult and it felt like Maude might have helped a little in that. She liked to think anyways. Now she was living in the desert far north of here. She didn’t need Maude around any more…
But that was alright. Maude had a job to do and she did it and she did her best not to dwell on the past anymore. Goodness knows she has a habit of sulking in it.
For now she turned to gather some items from her cabinets and drawers. She decided on a large lunch for Josh and herself since he was sweet enough to let her rest this morning. Maude was making pumpkin soup.
Farrah Abad
It wasn’t long before she was a bit more dolled up and downstairs. It was chill out today. Of course, Maude dressed in her usual short work clothes, but she had never minded the cold. Still she noted the draft coming through her kitchen windows. It seeped in through between the glass and the frame. It would probably help to lock up the window so it stayed airtight, but Maude always chose to leave them unlocked. It was an old habit, the motivation for which had disappeared a long time ago, but had not been forgotten. It seemed like sentimental nonsense to her really, letting out the warmth for no real reason, but she just always thought it important to leave them unlocked.
She debated between cooking up a brunch now or waiting to make a lunch for Josh and her. As she did, she looked over her small army of potted seasonings. Now a days she actually had plenty of room to plant them all, but she found this set up to be more convenient. She’d had to buy a good damn many pots to house all the things. The small collection from her Clock Town days wasn’t nearly enough, but you could still see the old ceramics here and there in the group. She slid one near her, a gray thing that used to hold her last pumpkin plants. That sprout had survived longer in that small container than she ever thought it would, but it made it long enough to become the first crop-bearing plant on Sunrise Farm.
Yet, this was only one of her two saplings. The other had been given away before it could get here, but that was alright. She’d made sure it had a nice home and she doesn’t say that because Farrah had kept great care of it. She says so because she remembers having to instruct her daughter on what to do until she was confident she wouldn’t kill it. First she had to explain that the ocean was not an acceptable source of water for the poor flora. Then had to teach her about proper dirt and how it didn’t contain sand and so the lessons went on. She supposed she wouldn’t have expected differently and Maude never minded helping tend to the plant. And teaching was a thing mothers did right? She had never felt like she knew what she was doing, but eventually the plant did bear a little fruit. Truthfully it was more of a bud, not enough to cook anything with. They celebrated anyways, just with store bought ingredients. It had been a while since then. Goddesses, she would be 34 next month. She felt old.
She wondered how Farrah was doing. Maybe she should write her a letter today. Her opinion hadn’t changed on writing the damn things. Goddesses she still hated it, but she found it to be an efficient way to get letters back and that part she liked. She hoped her daughter was doing well. Maude wasn’t the kind of admit such things, but… well she missed the girl. Seemingly today more than usual. She was damn proud of her. Farrah was still lazy and a bit self-centered and her sense of humor was irritating at best, but she’d grown up so much. She was braver and didn’t cry as much. She travel all over and found some new productie things to do. Not many folks got to say their daughter was a healer. And Maude had been so elated to hear when her child finally got a job. Maude of all people shouldn’t be impressed by that, but it was more than she thought would happen! It felt like Farrah had finally grown into a beautiful young adult and it felt like Maude might have helped a little in that. She liked to think anyways. Now she was living in the desert far north of here. She didn’t need Maude around any more…
But that was alright. Maude had a job to do and she did it and she did her best not to dwell on the past anymore. Goodness knows she has a habit of sulking in it.
For now she turned to gather some items from her cabinets and drawers. She decided on a large lunch for Josh and herself since he was sweet enough to let her rest this morning. Maude was making pumpkin soup.
Farrah Abad
