"Hmm... this year's winter was harsh, wasn't it?" Greg asked the flowers which lined the paths of the temple. While most seemed in perfect health, it could be seen that several were beginning to wilt and needed attention.<br/><br/>Carefully, Greg began to rake away leaves and other debris which choked the plants. He was definitely getting on in years, and it might have been faster to let a junior gardener handle it, but this was still Greg's favorite duty. The monotony of the work allowed him to meditate quietly.<br/><br/>As he raked, he saw brother Valenti go about his duties, and also noticed several new monks walk towards the entrance. He hoped they would stay away from his plants.