"Perhaps you could find a... patch of land out of the way, and just make a dandelion garden. Somewhere near the forest, where the other gardens would be less affected."

Meja glances toward her stones. It seems she'll be quite busy, over the next week or so, carving more. But it's something to do; she can't complain too much.

"If nothing else, I seem to have the right weather pattern down to make weeds grow," she chuckles.