Lara had arduously tried to find the missing link, desperately searching the answer she was looking for. It was all about her grandparents she had never known, just heard some stories of various nature. Who really were they, what did they look like? Lara held a faded picture in her hand wondering if the man and woman on it were her grandparents, she found a note attached to it, her hands started shaking. Why? Was she afraid to find the truth of their…..
Franz had started to weave baskets, large enough for harvesting apples next fall. The orchards were slumbering under the thick layer of snow, only some larger branches still sticking out and swaying in a slight breeze. The heavy snowfall had turned all around into a winter wonderland. Emma kept busy knitting socks, mending torn clothing and preparing meals. They both appreciated the harmonious existence between them, the tenderness and understanding, they never engaged in questioning each other, just accepted as…..
It was a very wonderful day, a long lineup for my book, just ran out of them. Great time meeting all the avid readers wanting to read my story.