Moonlight is best for planting. The garden started with a wild onion seed that Cypress and Knox had collected in Granite Falls. That was the day that Knox had proposed. Cypress smiled to think that they’d remember that day with an onion!
Knox planted potatoes and a few herb and flower seeds they’d gathered that day, too. They lined the garden beds with old stone fragments they’d found from the side of the property.
Knox built two birdhouses before he and his small family had a house of their own.
“It’s looking even better than I imagined,” Cypress said.
“It feels like ours, doesn’t it?” Knox said.
They were happy living in the meadow, all three of them.
The baby seemed to love the outdoors as much as her parents. She never cried, and as long as Mom or Dad were there to sing to her and feed her, she was happy to spend her days watching butterflies, dragonflies, and bees, and her nights watching the dancing golden lights that hovered over the meadows.
They measured their days by the growth of the plants. Before long, wild flowers lined the stone fragments circling the garden.
“Think we can live this way forever?” Cypress asked Knox.
“Doesn’t matter!” he replied. “Let’s enjoy it for now and let it all grow from there.”
At night, while the baby slept, Cypress loved to play her violin in the garden. She’d heard that the plants loved music, and though she knew her intonation could still use a bit of work, Knox assured her that if he loved it, all the growing things would love it, too!
When the neighbors realized that this tent dwelling seemed to be becoming a permanent installation at the Dresden House Estate, they stopped by to welcome them.
“And then once you get your permit, you’ll being building, is that right, Mrs. McRae?” Maaike Haas asked.
“It’s Cypress. Cypress Bough,” she replied. “And we don’t have any building plans as of yet, actually.”
“You do know that this is where Dresden House stood, don’t you?” Gunther Munch said. “To think of all the art masterpieces lost in that fire. And the books! Entire libraries. Shame to think that now it’s just a barren meadow.”
Ulrike Faust looked towards the garden.
“Hardly barren, Gunther,” she said. “And what’s better? A painting of a field of flowers or the actual field itself?”
When Cypress and Knox walked through their garden, they felt it was plenty.
There was room to grow! New beds to be planted, new paths to be spread, new seeds to gather and sow.
“You’ve got a great place here,” Sabreene said one evening as she walked past on her way to the waterfall trail.
“Thanks,” said Cypress. “Have you seen the flock of rock doves that forage in the field?”
And they talked about birds for a while, until Sabreene continued her hike, and Cypress went to feed the baby.
As the garden began to take less time, Cypress remembered her dream of a club for gardeners.
“Let’s combine it with something health-oriented,” Knox said. “Yoga, meditation. That sort of thing.”
They called their club “Greenies” and invited all those who love the outdoors.
Cathy Tea, Shannon SimsFan and her husband John, and their neighbor Jaclyn Ball all joined.
“So, what’s the plan with this club?” Cathy asked Cypress.
“Oh, I haven’t really been planning it much,” Cypress replied. “It’s in response to this dream I had back when I was a kid living in the high desert. I just wanted to get together with other gardeners and talk about gardens. Then McRae wanted to add a health component.”
“That’s awesome!” Cathy said. “I can really get behind that! All things Wellness!”
In the evening, John and Knox sat at the meditation circle at the edge of the meadow. They could hear the waterfall and feel the cool spray drift down the hill.
Knox felt a continuity spread through his life, from his days as a ranger in Granite Falls, through the time that he and Cypress spent in the high desert at Cradle Rock, and now, here, in this big meadow that had become home to his small family, the place where he welcomed his new friends.