<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Sunday, January 5th – Noon</strong></span><br/><em>Greenhouse – Under Construction</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://instagramdivass.weebly.com/uploads/2/1/0/2/21029130/8353amiss-dollye-castro_orig.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong>Tia Hernandez<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>This (https://www.stylevore.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/Thick-Girl-Summer-Dresses.jpg)<br/><strong>DOING:</strong>Working on clearing out the old detached garage<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong>None<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Marley, CLOSED<br/><hr/>Tia heaved another dry rotted piece of wood into the growing junk pile outside of the old detached garage Marley was allowing her to transform into a greenhouse.  At the moment it looked nothing like what Tia was envisioning, but you had to start somewhere and that somewhere was clearing out the old junk that had accumulated in it.  There were two small piles outside, one for items that might be useful at the Cathedral or possible trade and the other was rotted wood, rusted old toys and other unusable detritus.  The shaded interior of the would be greenhouse offered some respite from the desert heat, but not much, not since the Eclipse had created the unending heatwave.<br/><br/>Tia had been at it since early morning when the temperature was uncomfortable as opposed to sweltering.  Progress had been made in clearing the old building out.  It was going slower than Tia would have liked but that was to be expected.  She looked at both her piles.  Before Eclipse all of it would have been taken to a junk yard, but now you had to pick carefully through the forgotten mess for salvage before getting rid of it.  Old pipes could be re-purposed as could the old wiring.  Sturdy sections of siding could patch up the Cathedral and old toys could be traded for supplies.  Nothing that could be reused was tossed.  The junk pile remained larger than the salvage unfortunately.<br/><br/>Tia paused in the shaded doorway and tugged at a gloved hand, one finger at a time, until it came off.  She wiped her brow and a smudge of dirt from her arm marred her forehead.  There was a light sheen of sweat on her deep bronze skin.  Her white body suit was splotched with dirt and rust as were her old ripped jeans. Once the old garage was cleaned out she would start knocking down the siding and then shingled roof.  It wasn’t going to go quickly but it was a labor of love and got Tia’s mind on something other than loss.<br/><br/>A little way off form the garage were a couple lawn chairs.  They had been unoccupied the last time Tia had paused to stare at the growing piles outside the door.  This time a figure lay lounging in one, soaking in the heat of the day.  It was the leader of this ragtag group of refugees.  Tia wasn’t sure if leader was really the right word, but it was close enough.  When she had met Marley for the first time Tia hadn't been sure about this young woman and her stance of utter neutrality.  No one was ever truly neutral in her experience.  There was always an agenda, but Tia had been in a tough spot and chose to give her and the Cathedral a chance to prove her concerns were unfounded.  So far they were.  She wasn’t ready to let her guard down completely but Marley had been true to the bargain they struck when Tia arrived on the Cathedral’s door months ago and that had meant a lot to her.  In the intervening time she had gotten to know the enigmatic woman some. There were a lot of younger members of the Cathedral and it was nice to have a more mature woman to talk too.  Marley apparently thought so too.  It was something Tia found she missed when nights got lonely and the pain of losing Kesi became all too poignant.<br/><br/>With the sun reaching its zenith it was time for Tia to take a break until the cooler air of evening time would make the deconstruction of the garage more palatable.  She grabbed the half empty jug of water that sat in the shade nearby and walked over to the sun bathing Marley.  The water was warm now but every flower needed a drink sometimes.  Tia was lucky.  She could get her nourishment from the sun if she needed and often chose to too help conserve Cathedral resources, but she could still get dehydrated when she pushed herself like she had today.<br/><br/>“Mind if I join you? I could use the break” she asked, already sitting in the second lawn chair and offering the jug up to Marley if she wanted it.<br/>