Mr. Greenhut: A Short Story

He reached the expansive flower garden that surrounded the perimeter of the mansion and crouched down, “This is gonna take me all day” he thought gloomily to himself as he took the small gardening shovel and began to spread the new soil about.

Green DeWitt was born on February 12, 1787, in Lincoln County, Kentucky. When Dewitt was a young boy his family moved to missouri, previously owned by spain. He lived there till he was eighteen but then returned to Kentucky for two years to complete his education. Once his education was complete he returned to Missouri, where he married Sarah Seely of St. Louis in 1808. Four years later Dewitt enlisted in Missouri state militia in the War of 1812. He then served for a time as sheriff of Ralls County. In 1821 he was inspired by Moses Austin's in obtaining a grant from the Spanish government to establish a colony in Texas. Consequently in 1822 He himself petitioned the mexican government for his own empresario contacts but was declined. This

In the writing “The Story of Green-Blanket Feet.” excerpted from Spider Woman’s Granddaughters by Humshima and the passage Mary Rowlandson an excerpt from “From A Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson.”, The authors explore the strength and perseverance of women in the face of tragedy. While the woman in Mary Rowlandson is white and imprisoned by Native Americans, the woman in Green Blanket Feet is Native American and willingly falls in love with a white man, both women turn out to be fighting in similar situations. In the narrative, Mary Rowlandson, the Native Americans seized her and robbed everything except her life away from her so, she had no choice except to start over. When her child died, she could have given up due to her suffering, but she did not. Instead, she held onto the hope that God had a blueprint for her life. In the Green-Blanket Feet story, when she first encountered the white man, she possessed no knowledge about his language so, when she married him, it was necessary to change from her previous life to be acceptable in her unfamiliar one. Even when Green-Blanket Feet named her children, they did not have Native American names because they were half-white. When her Robert died, she could have given up, but, the death of her child single-handedly made her aspire to carry out her goal to get back to her people. As a result, the two stories go from being the opposite of each other too similar in a matter of actions that happen

Casey stood on the veranda overlooking the gardens enjoying the quietness of the evening. The fragrance coming from the roses climbing up the columns wafted through the night air, their subtle perfume pleasing and familiar. She had cut her work back to part-time wanting to enjoy this pregnancy. She spent time working in the garden, taking long walks, and relaxing on the veranda.

Ray rushed downstairs with Casey following. He gave her a peck on the forehead and picked up his wallet on the way out. She stood on the veranda waving goodbye with an inkling of guilt for not telling him about her appointment that morning. With his natural skepticism, he would have tried to discourage her from going.

“You’ll make a lovely bouquet for my kitchen,” she whispered to the fragrant blossoms. Standing straight, she made her way to her home, looking over her shoulder at the dirt road passing along the side of it. It had been busy in the recent months, but today, it remained empty, stretching out into the horizon and into the small village below.

The spot where she intended to plant the vegetable garden was behind the house. At one time, it looked like a shed had stood on this spot.

A long time ago, in ancient Greece, there once was a beautiful, young goddess that tended the crops and for the farmers that owned the fields. This goddess’s name was Ceres. Now Ceres, goddess of the crop, had a glorious daughter that ruled over the season of spring in the time both of these goddesses lived there was spring all year round. Plant life prospered and fruit and grain never stopped growing. As Proserpina walked flowers sprang up where her feet touched the ground and the sun shined brighter when she was awake.

I watched as she walked over to another wall, a few accessories hanging. Prompto came over thus, pointing a couple things out until they found something.

After several hours of placing the boxes and furniture in their correct room I began to unpack my room and make it my own. My room was not very large however it had a cozy nook where I placed my desk. It did not take long for my room which was recently a blank canvas to slowly become my own piece of art.

Barbara knew that there was only one place Andy would go, and that was in the dark underbrush that grew by the side of the garden shed. For once, her thorns would come in handy, thought Barbara. With a renewed air of strength Barbara made her way towards the garden shed, worryingly noticing along the way that what was once a patch of browned earth near the pond had already grown and over taken more than half of the garden. As Barbara neared the shed, she overheard Andy’s sugary voice, and paused behind a dead dandelion to listen

cabinet. She was so happy the following day when she opened the cabinet and I think all of the journals

She had decided she wanted a quieter life and had recently moved to a small suburban neighborhood. The movers had set her boxers carefully into her home and set up her furniture but even she had been too busy to unpack much yet.

After her morning bath she began her daily schedule. She sped through meetings about upcoming events and began her daily excursion through her garden. Until recently, the gardens were her only safe haven from the life of royalty. Quickly after her parents discovered this secret garden they made it open to the public. Nobility began to ravage her only quiet spot, leaving her to find another.

returning to work. Her gawking at these buildings allowed her siblings to catch up to her, as she had left them behind a bit due to her enthusiasm.