Alys walked out into the estate gardens. Beautiful flowers of all kinds, neatly arranged into various shapes formed a breathtaking sight.
But for Alys, it was work.
She grabbed her gardening tools from the shed, and went to tending to the plants.
The crimson roses were watered.
The pristine lilies were cared for.
The vibrant violets were blessed by her hands.
Each day, when the weather was good, Alys would come out and tend to these plants. They were her children, and she cared for each plant individually.
Tirelessly, for a few hours, she cared for the plants.
And at the end of it all, she didn’t even break a sweat.