Thanks to Teresa of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix Prompt of a garden that I’m combining with the MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie prompt for Sunday, It’s All in The Title. I have chosen the theme of moonbeams.
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Most children do not come into this world as the child named Alize did. She was sparked into being on a quiet night a town know one knows the name of. The town was filled with judgements people. It was rigid old-fashioned place where people easily frowned and found the worst in each other.
The waning silver crescent moon was supposed to reveal her thin form that night, but a Gardener named Tarise, had been praying for years for a daughter. She whispered her prayers in hushed tones, so nosy neighbours outside of her thin cottage walls would not taunt her. Many a person in the town would laugh at her wishes for a child. They knew as Tarise knew, she was barren and no medical or naturopathic cure would aid Tarise; especially since two husbands had, in the town’s opinion, rightfully divorced her because she couldn’t have a child.
But still Tarise prayed each night; she had faith.
It was a surprise when the waning moon did not show that night in an almost starless sky. Instead around midnight, a blazing orange moon, round and full, heard the prayers of the Gardener. Luna felt empathy for Tarise and her sorrows. She quickly waxed to become a full bright-moon only for that night, to answer the young woman’s pleas. After this night she would return to her waning state.
The moon whispered mystical words in a seance with Mother Nature. She paused in her pregnant state, murmuring incantations with nature in a language time has forgotten. Luna’s magic with Mother Nature’s blessing planted giant green seeds in Tarise’s garden. Then the moonbeams faded into dawns tangerine and azure sky.
Although the seeds the moon and Mother Nature planted, were buried deep beneath the earth, the seeds sparkled and began glowing once planted. Their glimmering verte light was present in the day as Tarise worked in her verdant garden. They were particularly visible at night when the sky’s were ink black but for the silver sliver of the moon and the stars distant glimmers.
One night the Gardener could not sleep. She kept tossing and turning unsure what was bothering her peaceful rest. She went outside towards the glittering seeds in her garden as she had most nights since the shining green seeds first appeared. Tarise was baffled as she was every night, by the intense greenish-light.
She carefully walked through her garden on a stone path she knew by heart, then stopped and stared at the seeds, noticing they had risen above the ground and that vines and leaves protected a small round sac. She realized the giant pod was responsible for the shimmering green luminiesnce in her garden whatever the time of day.
The town’s people who walked by her cottage gave her harsh words when they noticed this light, calling her witch. However, she quickly explained it was special garden lighting. Not being extremely educated or practical, many of the town’s people believed Tarise’s lie or walked away giving her their usual perturbed gaze.
The Gardener wisely left the seeds in her backyard to bloom, anxious to see what the pod would become. It was her habit to go outside in the middle of night for hours to perceive what changes had occurred to the sac increasing in size.
In the day the pod was completely obscured by vines, roots, and leaves. But on one specific night, the pod had risen from the ground even higher, supported by thick roots. The vines and leaves had left most of the pod uncovered to absorb the moon’s radiant light. Tarise realized it was mainly the moonlight that caused the pod to flourish.
She stepped nearer to the pod, stroking it’s transculent outside layer that she knew was hard as a diamond. At the same time, the pods outside was incredibly soft, covered in small hairs that were akin to rabbits fur. To the Gardner’s surprise and joy she saw a small child, a fetus forming within the pod. Up close, and in the pods glowing light, the baby’s details were clear. The pod served as a giant womb.
Moreover, the shell was transparent enough that Tarise could stretch her hands to to touch the baby’s tiny fists and feet through the sac. She stood transfixed as the fetus kicked and turned. Tears dripped from Tarise’s tired eyes. She knew her prayers had been answered. Her wish for a daughter had come true and somehow God had blessed her with a baby from nature’s own womb since her own womb could not conceive.
Every night Tarise spent more hours watching her daughter grow in the transculeng pod. In the day, the baby was hidden by fiolage, but at night, as the months passed by, the Gardener cared for her child the only way she knew how. She cared for her as she would with any of the plants in her gardens and flower beds.
She watered the pod twice each night noticing how thirsty it was sucking up the moisture. She fertilized around the pods roots, to aid the baby’s growth anyway she knew how. She also researched and read her Grandmother’s old journals on gardening full of superstitious rituals to safely make plants grow.
The Gardener chose the name Alize for her daughter and one night as Talise sat observing the pod a giant cracked formed and the tiny cries of her daughter could be heard. Tarise jumped for joy and waited anxiously as the podsplit open and Alize was born, a perfect baby covered in aloe and plant juices. She could tell by the scent, that aloe was the key ingredient. The roots cradled the baby who had slid out and Tarise picked her up to calm her wails.
Alize had bright emerald eyes and a great deal of matted strawberry blond hair. Her eyes were odd for a child just born, but Tarise didn’t care if her daughter was similar to every other newborn. Alize was both wonderous and healthy and the plant she was birthed from continued to feed Alize when the Gardner took her outside three times each night.
The night she was born, Tarise gently washed the baby in plant-based babywash and softly rubbed her matted strawberry hair until it was clean. She covered Alize with cashmere blankets swaddling her as she slept nearby in a bassinet, next to Tarise’s bed.
As well, Alize was a deep sleeper. She quickly bloomed and grew into a typical human child. Her green hued skin faded when she refused to continue sucking on the pod’s juices for sustence. She easily began eating fruits and cooked vegetables, ones that were soft or blended until Alize had teeth and began to eat whatever the Gardener ate herself.
Tarise smiled as her beautiful girl as she became a toddler with auburn-hued hair. Her cherubic cheeks and her wonderful laugh were all Tarise needed to feel elated. Alize’s miniature beauty was astonishing and the color of her hair had also been the color of Tarise’s last ex-husband’s hair. This meant the town’s people couldn’t accuse her of adultery or having loose morals. Instead, they ran her ex-husband out of town with his new wife, for leaving his pregnant ex-wife for false reasons.
As a child, Alize had a great adoration for things both grotesque and lovely. She loved wriggling worms in dirt but also caring for plants such as her prized bright purple orchids. The Gardener fashioned Alize a doll from her favorite movie, “The Nightmare Before Christmas.” She loved the doll and never left anywhere without it until she was at least twelve years old.
Alize continued to grow, both in beauty and knowledge of caring for plants and nature. Tarise taught Balize well how to make tflowers blossom and not to water them too often. Tarise taught her not to let plants burn in the sun or wither in frost. What the girl didn’t discover herself about greenery and flowers, Tarise tirelessly shared. She taught Alize to read and write so she could buy and borrow books learning more about gardens, herbs, and botany. Alize eventually knew more than Tarise herself and even the knowledge from that Tarise’s Grandmother’s journals taught.
They both planted and tilled and worked their hands raw, until one day Alize and her mother created what they called their own Eden. However, a gate of hedges mysteriously formed at front of the garden, a gate they hadn’t planted there. Once Alize and the Gardener entered their ideal garden and saw with awe that truly what they’d been driven to make was paradise, they never returned home. Both Alize and her mother disappeared into the garden, past the gates, never to be seen again.
Charming Alize and the wise Gardner, Tarise, were both blessed by the moon and nature. Luna gave them both an eternity in paradise. Such magic is available to all those who hope and search forever first. And hope as we all know, springs eternal.
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