From a distance, the grove is a verdant mantle nestled against the backside of a sprawling farmstead. The wilds of nature and the cultivated land both thriving. Hazy, dust-moted light stirs off the thatched roof as a gentle breeze picks up, dancing between the rocking chair on the porch, the wheelbarrow laid aside, and the raft leaned against the side of the house. The breeze carries with it the lingering scents of fresh bread, hewn grains, and burlap.
~ ~ Guest Writer Sadie Lowry
