Thick welts of green vines bloomed with colorful flowers and weeds. They coiled amongst each other, tangled in a dangerous mess of pretty petals, poisonous bristles, and gentle lavender. The smell, slight and comforting, wafted from the entwined heap into the air, mingling pleasantly with the smell of my papa’s homemade fertilizer and my dad’s honeycomb. It was soothing. Sitting in the midst of my family garden, surrounded by the lot of pretty poisonous flowers, plump veggies, and thickening honey, it was something I found comforting. Perhaps it was the familiar smells that brought on my favorite memories. Whatever free time I have is usually spent here. I would be curled up at the top of my favorite tree, either with my tablet or my book, enjoying the atmosphere the garden offered. Hunkering down in the treehouse my dad made me, peeking out to watch my favorite plants slowly bloom and grow. Sweet strawberries. Ripening peaches and plums. Tart green apples. Blooming honeysu
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