Jenny

It was the end of the summer. Jenny knew this not just from the creaking coming from her ageing bones but also from the stiff breeze that had brought the grand oak tree in which she had made her home to life. She gazed out into the forest, letting her mind wander a little whilst she scrubbed away at the large cast iron cauldren which an hour before had filled her house with the wonderful smell of boiling fruit.… Read More