[ you continue back to the main garden. there's birds in the trees as you pass, and bugs here and there, but nothing else seems to have been caged.

a plot in the center of the garden is freshly tilled, the single unplanted flower bed in the garden. A small trowel, three seed bags, and a hand-written note sits by the dirt plot.

One bag has a small heart mark label; another, an illustration of a rose; and the last, a cloud. . . maybe a thought bubble? ]