Friday, March 1, 2013

All is not as it seems for Betsey Sargent

          The following 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.

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