Finding Green Hill

You said Green Hill, so I took that as a direct invitation to hunt down the greenest spot around! I slipped through the open balcony door and dashed straight across the tiled patio until I hit a massive rectangular ceramic planter. Scrambling up the rough terra-cotta lip, I landed boots-first in the damp moss and clover below a sprawling fern. A shiny silver garden trowel was stuck into the soil, creating a sweet steep ramp. I scrambled up the metal blade, caught my balance right at the wooden handle, and surveyed my leafy new speedway. No loops yet, but this miniature jungle has serious potential!