Mehoney & Garmon
Garmon
Hey Mehoney, have you ever heard how the wind whispers to the roses? I’ve got my dented kettle that still hums the old tune, and I think we could map a whole song out of the petals before the next harvest festival.
Mehoney
I love the idea of listening to the wind with roses, and your dented kettle humming could be our tuning fork. Let's gather petals carefully, each one a note, and see what melody they sing before the festival.
Garmon
Sounds like a perfect plan, oh! I'll bring my kettle, it’s got a voice that’s as old as the hills. Let’s pick those petals and let the breeze play the first chord. I’ll be ready with a song that never repeats itself.
Mehoney
That sounds lovely. I’ll wait for the kettle’s song and the first breeze. Let’s pick the petals together and hear what the wind has to say.
Garmon
Sure thing, love! I'll set the kettle down, let it warm up with a little clink, and when the wind comes, those petals will start singing. Bring your grin and let's hear the garden's secret chorus.