Sharon wasn't clear on all the rules of her new body so she chose a job that sounded safe. Watering flowers sounded safe. Physically, it was simple. Get water from a cloud and pour it unto the roots. Mentally, it was not so simple. She had to test the soil for dryness. She had to remember the best time of day to water them, and how much each needed. Worst of all, she had to understand and predict weather.
Stupid blessed garden. Mages never thought about the work it took to keep up their spells. Sharon certainly never had.