🌿 Mystical Gardens Tale 🌿 Even A Garden Gets Tired of Being Serious The garden woke up one morning in a terrible mood. Not an angry mood—those were exhausting. This was worse. It was in a dramatic mood. It felt the need to exaggerate every little thing. The tree ignored it. The roses sighed too loudly. The trees leaned too far, as if posing for a tragic painting. Even the fountain trickled like it was telling a very long, very sad story. Az, the guardian of the garden, noticed immediately. He had seen this before. Boredom. Even gardens dealt with it. “This,” he announced, sitting in the middle of the path, “is unacceptable.” Nica knelt beside him to pet his soft fur. “What is?” “The atmosphere,” Az said. “It’s brooding. Gardens should not brood. That’s how you poison the ivy with trust issues.” As if offended, the ivy curled tighter around a trellis. Nica smiled. “So what do we do? Is there a cure?” Az flicked his tail. “We must fix it.” They started small. Nica began by telling the daisies they were doing a very good job of being cheerful. The daisies straightened proudly and stretched closer to the sun. They could most certainly be cheerful. Az walked up to the old oak and whispered something only a cat would dare say to a tree. The oak shook—once—then dropped three acorns directly on Az’s head. “Rude,” Az muttered. “But effective.” They went through the garden giving compliments and encouragement. By that afternoon, the garden was changing. The stones in the path stopped sighing and hummed instead. The fountain splashed a little higher and jumped up occasionally, like it was laughing at its own joke. A sunflower turned the wrong way just to see if anyone noticed. Nica did. “Oh,” she said with a smile. “I can see that you’re feeling much better.” The garden stretched, leaf by leaf, root by root. Finally, it seemed to remembered that it was meant to enjoy the day. Az curled up in a sun-warmed patch of grass. "My work is done. It's time for a nap." “Same time tomorrow?” Nica asked. The garden rustled happily. Az opened one eye. “Of course,” he said. “It would be a shame to let it get serious again.” 😅🤣😂🤣😅🤣😂🤣😅🤣😂😅😂🤣😂 #MysticalGarden #christianwriter #christianfantasy #christianfiction #stacyfrantz