March was so busy and April promises more of the same. Busy is good, but it’s also pretty tiring. It’s all about trying to not get swept away in the things to do and remember ‘one thing at a time’.
The grass swayed like a sea of emeralds, vivid and sparkling. The house sat in a lone patch of sunlight, on the edge of the cliff.
It looked the picture of homely warmth, but she knew the witch dwelling inside and wouldn’t have normally dared to come this far, let alone go inside and sit for tea like a long missed friend.
She steeled herself and continued up the path.