
Struggling Alone
Once upon a time in a land far, far away there lived a celery plant. It was tall with a busy mop of straggly unkept leaves on top. Its bright green leaves were frazzled, peppered with brown spots, burnt on like someone had walked along dragging a cigarette beside them carelessly scorching everything in its path. From a distance the long stalks appeared to be sprinkled with a black lumpy scale but in fact they were little black bugs called aphids that were jostling all over the top of each other. The aphids were merrily walking their way up and down the stalk chomping on whatever they wanted, leaving potholes and a white slime behind. The celery had almost given up under the weight of the unyielding bugs.
The Storm
The wind howled like a wolf on top of a mountain calling its pack to come help ravage the defenseless prey below. It rushed through every nook and cranny not caring to dodge any object in its way. It beat and beat down on the celery stalk relentlessly, the stalk pushed to its limits bending as much as it possibly could under the force of the wind. At times it was almost standing parallel with the ground. The force of the wind coupled with the weight of the aphids was wearing the celery down quickly. The celery didn’t think it could last the night through.
Surviving the Storm
The celery slowly opened its eyes to find the early morning sun beating down on it. It squinted as the sun threw rays at it like a fisherman throwing a spear at an unsuspecting fish. Slowly, the celery patted its leaves up and down its body.
I’m alive. I’ve survived but I am in bad shape. The celery thought to itself.
The aphids were weighing down the celery so much that even with the new burst of sunshine it was struggling to spring back up. The celery laid on the ground trying with great gusto to get itself upright. Every attempt with the heavy aphids sapped more and more energy from the desperate plant.
If I don’t manage to get myself upright soon, I will die here lying on this very ground. The thought of dying buzzing through the celery’s mind was enough to panic it into making several more failed attempts. Eventually, the celery passed out from all the effort.
A New Friend
“Hello, my friend.” The celery’s head was spinning, and it couldn’t quite figure out who or where the words were coming from. Blinking the celery tried to get its vision into focus but no matter how rapidly it fluttered its eyelids, it still seemed like the celery was looking through a glass of water. Even though the celery’s arms and legs felt lighter it was still struggling to lift them with any type of co-ordination.
“Hey steady on there fella, you remind me of one of those petrol station tube men blowing in the wind.” The celery’s vision slowly swirled into focus, but it still couldn’t see where the voice was coming from. “Down here.” The celery followed the voice with its eyes and could just see a small sprig of green forcing its way out of the ground. The celery looked confused; it didn’t quite know what it was looking at.
“I’m an onion.” The voice boomed up from under the earth. “Most of me is here under the ground, much safer I can say. Looks like you took quite a beating in that storm. You were out for a couple of days, for a while there, I didn’t think you were going to make it through.”
“What are you doing down there?” The celery scratched its head with one of its wind beaten leaves.
“I was hanging out in a seed pod and the storm blew me over here. Boom, a bit of rain and next thing you know, I’m growing into a full-blown onion.” There was a bit of a pause. “Brown to be precise, not that it matters we all taste the same.” There was another pause. “And make people cry the same.” The onion gave off a high-pitched hyena laugh.
The celery was so enthralled at being able to lift its arms and legs without much effort it had not really tuned in to the last words the onion had been saying. The onion shrugged it off, as if it was used to being ignored.
“Lot lighter, now all your little friends have nicked off, hey” The celery was not really sure if the onion was asking a question or making a statement, so it answered just to be polite.
“Yes.” The celery was still waving its arms back and forth in front of its eyes in disbelief. “Where did they go?” It asked back after several arm flaps.
“Gone.” Replied the onion with a smirk on his face. “They don’t like me.”
“Thank you for helping get that great weight off me.” The celery had tears of gratitude rolling down its cheeks.” It wiped away the tears, sniffed and continued. “Life will be so much easier without them weighing me down. I think you and I are going to be great friends Mr Onion.” Replied the celery. It had never felt and looked so good in its life.
The celery and onion lived happily ever after. Well until they were eaten by the huge ugly giants from the big house but that is another story.
The Reality
Once upon a time is now and a land far, far away is here in your yard. All this is happening in our gardens every day. Gardens are magical places filled with life and color, but it isn’t a fairy tale. There was a time when we nurtured our gardens the way they nurtured us. If we give our gardens the opportunity many of the plants help and look after each other. Somewhere along the way we forgot how much life they could give us.
The Passion
My passion is backyard food forests. A lot of people have good sized backyards that sit there turning into desolate waste lands. Many people keep lawn not realising they have been indoctrinated into a 17th Century tradition where wealthy landowners kept large lawns to display their wealth, being the only ones in society who were able to afford the labour to maintain them. Lawns use water and don’t support very much life. Once established food forests are self-sufficient within themselves, support other forms of life, are very low maintenance and great for the environment. I want to share this with people.
The Members
My vision is to bring information about companion planting that deters pests and promotes plant growth in unique ways to children and adults alike. My members would receive a monthly newsletter with planting guides on what to plant now, what plants make good companions and what plants deter which pests. The newsletter would also contain fables about gardening and plants to help children understand how their gardens work in a fun and relatable way.
About the Creator
M.K. Marche
Lore Master for Dragon Blood read more here: https://daringdragonsphoenix.art/lore
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