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In the sunny backyard garden, Lee pours water from a metal watering can over smiling plants while Akira, the border collie puppy, sits wagging at her feet as morning light filters through leaves.
"I am Lee," I say, watering plants. Akira, my border collie puppy, wags. "Good morning, green friends!" I cheer. The leaves giggle softly. "Your plant mommy says adventure today?" I ask. Her white S shines.
On the sunlit patio garden at midday, Lee tips a metal can into a thirsty fern, sunbeams dancing across terracotta pots with smiling faces, while Akira trots beside her with perked ears and raised tail.
A fern whispers, "We're thirsty." I nod and fill the can. "Teamwork time, Akira!" I say. "Your mommy loves helping." She trots beside me, ears perked. Sunbeams dance; the pots sip happily.
Under a leafy pergola in the afternoon garden, Lee kneels moving a small pot with a droopy sprout into shade and gently watering it, while Akira barks alertly beside her as the leaves begin to lift.
Akira barks, pointing at a droopy sprout. "Oh no, little plant baby," I whisper. We move the pot to shade, water gently. Leaves lift like smiles. "You're safe," I whisper, hugging Akira.
In the quiet garden at dusk, Lee kneels on soft grass bathed in warm evening glow beside resting plants with smiling faces, while Akira curls peacefully against her side, both gazing at serene rows of flowers.
Evening glows; garden rests. Akira curls beside me. "I love plants, animals, and babies," I say. "I love you," I whisper. "I am a plant, dog, and baby mommy, and I am Lee."