How does your garden grow?

As King of this humble establishment, I demand certain amenities that are fitting to my station. Everyone knows that Kings have large, perfectly manicured gardens that they may wander through and gaze upon at their royal leisure. Gardens meant to bring some gentle aspect of the wild into their space in a way that is pleasing to the eye, and if possible, to the pallet.

Thus, I felt it well within my rights to demand such a garden be created and maintained on my back porch so that I may enjoy it as I see fit.

The humans acquiesced, procuring some barrels and tubs and filling them with good, dark dirt so that I could choose which plants and seeds would be most pleasing to me. As with most tasks the humans take on, this one required my close supervision to ensure that it was done properly. They would have, in all probability, forgotten the basil completely had I not reminded them of its necessity. After all, what is an herb garden without basil?

It took quite some time for the humans to finish planting and watering. I kept a close eye on them, pointing out which flowers should go where and nudging them towards items that needed more water. I'm quite particular about the placement of my greenery and I like a pattern to my flowers. They're more pleasing to the eyes that way, which is one of the major purposes of a garden, after all.



After a few long hours of hard labour on my part, I was finally able to take a well deserved rest. And now I can enjoy my fabulous garden for months to come.