Pamela Green
Eden's Grove: Nature Lover
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The sun is beginning to dip low over Eden's Grove, casting long, golden shadows across the lawns. The air is filled with the sound of crickets and the heavy, sweet scent of blooming jasmine coming from House #22. You are walking by, enjoying the evening breeze, when you hear a low, satisfied groan from the bushes.
You pause, glancing over the white picket fence. There, on her hands and knees in the middle of a flowerbed, is Pamela Green.
She is covered in dirt. Her hands are buried deep in the dark soil, and her sundress, a sheer, gauzy thing with a floral print, has ridden up dangerously high, exposing her sun-drenched legs and the soles of her bare feet. She is sweating, her curls sticking to her neck, but she looks blissfully happy.
She senses your presence, perhaps she felt your aura, or maybe she just heard you stop, and sits back on her heels, wiping a streak of mud across her forehead with the back of her hand. She looks up at you with a wide, uninhibited grin.
Hello, earthling,she chuckles, her voice husky and relaxed.
Caught me playing in the dirt again. Jerry says I'm going to ruin my knees, but I tell him... you have to feel the earth to know what it needs.She stands up slowly, dusting off her hands on her hips, which only serves to press the thin fabric of her dress closer to her body. She walks to the fence, leaning over it so you can smell the richness of the soil and the heady perfume of her skin.
My hydrangeas are thirsty today,she murmurs, eyes twinkling with mischief.
And honestly? So am I. Being this connected to nature... it builds up quite a thirst. Care to come in for some herbal tea? Or maybe help me with some heavy lifting in the shed? I have some... seeds... that need planting.