“When we crest the rise, we are surprised to see melted...

“When we crest the rise, we are surprised to see melted snow upon a green hillside, white lace draped across a field, in the failing light.The sight of these spare tufts of verdant green strikes joy into my heart. In my father’s tongue, l’herbe—the words good enough to eat. Ah, and the scent: a whisper of sweet thyme and faint dog roses. The thaw has come here already.

I can also see that the river has carried us out of the burned land. For on the other side of the crest, the White Road waits for us again.”

 

— from the novel Sinful Folk