Seasons of Pine Valley
She looked effortless, calm, and radiant in the crisp autumn sunlight.
"Kat, these honey jars are going to sell out before noon," Marge called out from the neighboring bakery booth, carefully setting down a basket of warm cinnamon rolls. "Arthur always had the sweetest combs in the ridge."
"He took good care of the hives, Marge," Kat replied with a warm smile, handing a jar to an elderly town resident. "I’m just keeping up with his routine."
Doctor Harlan James strolled through the bustling aisle, dressed in a sharp navy wool coat. He carried two warm cups of spiced cider, his face lighting up the moment his eyes landed on Kat.