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No mere snowfall could keep her from enjoying this day, especially since the morning was starting with coffee—glorious coffee.
The snow had draped the town in a lovely blanket of white, bedecking the roofs of the buildings and creating a layer of frosting on each tree branch. The thought of frosting naturally brought up a desire for a frosted cinnamon roll,
“I don’t suppose there are any cinnamon rolls left?”
There is a special kind of excitement in such events: the familiarity of tradition for the older residents, the novelty of it for the younger, and, for everyone, the subtle joy of joining in a thing greater than oneself.
Ben and Geoffrey Eastwood appeared. The chipmunk couple had opened Bramblebriar Bed & Breakfast
“The part of the forest known as Evergreen Chase produces really tall trees on account of the soil there, and this tree is the tallest on record.
“We only gnaw on dentist-approved wood products,”
She’d had enough of missing trees and missing creatures for the moment. What she wanted most was to curl up with a good book and a cup of tea by her fireplace.
“I’d love it if someone threw this at me during a snowball fight!”
If that happens, save me a piece of pie.” “Which kind of pie?” “All of them.”
“Have you been reading alternative-economics books again?” Vera asked. “Bleak times call for bleak texts,” Lenore said.
“We got the tree back,” Orville said solemnly, “but the solstice comes every year no matter what. It’s the longest night, but it’s the turning point. From here on out, things get brighter.”
