Stirring
he soup was stewing nicely. Jantine stirred it with the spoon and smelled the onion odors. It was only morning, but she busied herself with cooking. Dinner would be ready at noon, as it should be, and it was a nice way to pass time.
Just married
n the brink of Summer, Robyn and Frank tied the knot. It was the longest day of the year, and to celebrate, the sun shined happily on the faces of the newly-weds.
Market day
t was just like any other market day. On the little marketplace the villagers bargained about eggs and cloth, they shared gossip and played games. The traders from Locksley, Applevalley and beyond (some even claimed to have come all the way from Windle) had their wares displayed on the counter and were bellowing for attention. Chickens were scurrying around, herded by a farmer who sold them.
Merle had come to fetch a barrel and some cloth for new summer dresses. She was just checking the barrels out.
Feed