Kay, a Gardener

I died in the most beautiful place, it was almost worth it. I wasn’t old, but I was working hard, and it was cold, and there’s no one to blame for that. My name was Kay, a gardener, and if you can’t work in all weathers then that’s a job you lose, so I never said anything, however much the wind might scratch at my lungs. Besides you don’t know camaraderie until you’ve spent time working the Gardens with your team; never known rivalry until you’ve raced against the other teams to clear your section, maybe kicking over a few piles of leaves to slow them down.