That breath of change once more shifts in the air around you... and suddenly, syrupy sunlight drowns this place in a golden glow. The air is fresh and sweet, so different from the musty book-lined walls of the Tower's innards. And before you stretches a vast field of intertwining plants-- henbit and huckleberry, clover and currant, plantain and strawberry and lamb's-quarter and mullein. Tiny statues stand guard at the pots and beds, some glaring and some grinning- they seem to dart around when you are not looking, their faces and activities changing subtly. Somewhere far-off, a towering pine tree overlooks it all from a grassy hill, and in its branches you can faintly make out a human form with fiery red hair, watching it all with disinterest. She waves jauntily. Who could she be? Welcome, my friend, to...
THE GARDEN

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The plants of my homeland are many and strange. Some were introduced by settlers, and have grown vast and creeping over the plains and deep in the forests. Others are native, fighting valiantly against these intruders to keep the land that has cared for them for so long. These delightful friends of any wizard can reveal amazing secrets of the Earth, heal tender wounds and sickly ailments, and fill the belly of many a lost and wandering soul. They fascinate me, and so I have taken to recording their wonderful existence here. Walk in the garden awhile, and meet them!
The Garden, like everything in the tower, is under quite constant construction, friends! For now, I have no records of my floral friends within the Tower-- but patience, I am dutifully transcribing them soon.