Excerpts of my latests books and tidbits on my life. Also, helpful hints on writing a book.
Friday, March 1, 2013
All is not as it seems for Betsey Sargent
week, James began cutting down trees making way for a garden in order to get
the crops in before summer. It would be tricky just like in Vermont. Planting
too early could mean a late May frost, but setting seeds too late may not allow
for a long enough growing season. That afternoon, Betsey prepared venison stew
for dinner. The luscious smell of venison permeated the little cabin and Betsey
hummed as she set the table. She was an adapter. Betsey had the mind to adjust
to whatever came her way, and as she gazed out the window at the afternoon sun
sprinkling diamonds on the blue lake waters, she thought, I am going to like
this place, and she did until 5:30 PM, when James was still not home.