She stuffed another hand of raspberries into her tiny mouth. Mmm, what a taste!
“Louise?” mother’s voice called from a nearby bush.
The girl looked up smiling, her porcelain face covered by pink sticky bliss.
“Let me see your basket!”
On her way to her mother, she plucked another fruit from the bush and added it to the others, in her mouth. Continue reading “Innocent Harvest”
The Winds of Change and Continuity
Jean-Jacques rolled up the sails of his windmill, made sure that everything was in order before he headed home after a very long day.
A strong wind had woken him during the night, a wind like he was lucky to have once or twice per year. Not too strong, as too strong winds could be problematic, even catastrophic, but strong enough to grind as much grain as he would normally be able to do in two weeks time. Continue reading “The Winds of Change and Continuity”