Crone: Part Three

“Crone” by Lane Brown used with permission

Seasons turned into years. Crone started to feel the passing of those years more acutely. She was slowing down, she knew. It took her longer to get going in the morning, and the garden chores became almost too painful to think of. What had taken her only two weeks to accomplish in the spring took almost twice as long. She soldiered on, knowing it all had to be done. Tom became even more of a blessing. Without any direction, he knew exactly where to knea...