She’d kept her promise. Humming to herself, Rose brushed the remaining crumbs off her striped mittens, certain that the starving woodpecker -and all his friends- were full and happy. With one task for the morning complete she made her way to the inviting warmth of the greenhouses. The sight of other footprints in the light dusting of fresh snow that covered the path didn’t concern her much. Anyone here at this hour was obviously as eager to spend some extra time surrounded by the almost intoxicating aroma of rich soil as she was.
Sighing happily as the warm air washed over her, she tugged off her hat and mittens and began to make her way over to the rows of animus vepres. They needed some attention and she needed them thriving, even if it did mean a few pricks from the thorns...Read More