Garden Harvest buddy story

Stepping deeper past the stone threshold, I wove between the heavy terracotta planters on the patio. Overhead, the thick foliage of garden ferns and creeping thyme arched together, truly feeling like a sun-dappled canopy. I knelt down beside a wide clay pot to examine a patch of fragrant sweet mint and delicate shamrock clover. Gently, using my fingertips so I wouldn't harm the living stems, I gathered a few fallen sprigs and rounded leaves that had rested against the moist soil. "These are perfect for Eldara's potions," I murmured softly to myself, carefully tucking the fresh botanical cuttings into my bib pocket beside my needle.