Where The Heart Is (Choices Of The Heart, Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
It didn’t seem strange at all, waking up in this room again with the now-leafless branches of the old crabapple tree screening the window. It felt as though it had been only days since she’d stayed here. She changed Leah, left the little girl in her crib and went downstairs and out to the privy. Gyp moved from the doorstep to make way for her. Martin had said at supper last night that since his injury, the old dog wouldn’t sleep in the byre. He knew something was amiss and insisted on keeping watch over the house. This promised to be a golden day among the usual lead coinage of late autumn. Over the byre, the eastern sky was flushed with the pink of sunrise, and a few stars still glowed in the west. A heavy frost coated the cobbles in the yard and climbed the stalks of the brown, wilted perennials in Eleanor’s flowerbed. The sight gave Chelle a pang of homesickness. Her mother’s garden would be lying lonely and dormant now, too, its summer bloom come and gone, unappreciated, with no one to put it to bed properly for the winter.
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