Harold agreed that the sunrise over the lake was lovely in the spring. Unfortunately, his second cup of coffee told him he was seeing it from the wrong side…again. Still, the rotting docks wouldn't burn themselves and the pastures the sheep were grazing had started to look a little bare. He had work to do and little time to rest.
*Author's Note: Hello, lovers! Due to a recent “promotion” at the Day Job, my schedule is more than a little tight right now. The next chapter of The Witch in the Woods is coming! Promise!