Thinking of home, loneliness spread through him, and he longed for his family. Time away from those he loved caused him to regret his decision. More than once, the wood runner wanted to be under his own roof, with his wife and children.
“Even okwaho, a lone wolf, needs its pack, my son.”
As the couple rode together, it seemed as if even the land celebrated and rejoiced with them. Autumn had arrived, and the countryside was ablaze in color.
“This land is so beautiful,” Jeanne contentedly sighed.
When the sun began to set along La Manche, Jeanne marveled at the radiant site. It was as reverent as her church, so she sent a silent request. Peace for her mother, kindheartedness for her future husband, and protection for their long journey.
In late spring, 1682, amidst the wilderness, his desire for freedom abated like the setting sun. With his recent venture, he recognized the signs of his madness, his longings. He had taken a mistress that kept him from his family, and this wanderlust created havoc within him.
“How dare he! Marvayle at my weaknesse, does he?” She fumed once she fled to the safety of her room. “Men call it a weaknesse when a woman uses common sense to measure what is best for a family.”
One of all time favorite past times has always been to read a good book. Unfortunately, over the last several years, I have fallen away from this favorite routine. Yesterday, I decided to remedy that cold and hard fact and settled in for a long afternoon of good old fashioned reading. But, my long afternoon turned into a three in the morning ordeal; I just couldn’t put this book down! Continue reading “Yellow Crocus”