He was HUMMING a song to himself, something that one of the villagers had made up, and he found himself memorizing the melody and humming to himself, waiting for anyone to stop by. “Hello, Ketchup !” A bright grin curled at the gardeners lips. He always enjoyed seeing his regulars stop by. Even if it wasn’t to buy anything. “How are you today? Are the flowers and shrubs you bought last time DOING WELL?” He always enjoyed hearing how others were taking care of the greenery they’d gotten from him, and if he had the time to step away from his cart, he always enjoyed seeing the progress as well, or simply enjoying the weather the current season brought and the CHANGES that came along with it.
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