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A Pansy for Eleanor, part 6 (of 8)
Eleanor nodded, letting him lead her down the main street, her boots clicking softly against the wooden planks of the walkway. At least it was cleared. The street looked like a muddy, slushy mess. She tried to ignore the curious glances from passersby, newcomers were surely noticed here.
Thistles On The Prairie
The symbol of Scotland, its spiny leaves and defiant bloom a reminder that even the harshest lands could yield beauty. It had been her mother’s and her mother’s before that given to her by the leader of their clan.
Tree Time - Maple
While there are many uses for this wood in various industries and trades, my personal favorite would have to be the maple bar. ;)
A Pansy for Eleanor, part 5 (of 8)
The train jerked as it pulled into the station at Thistle Creek, steam billowing from the iron engine. Outside, the town was bathed in the golden glow of late afternoon. A row of wooden buildings lined the dusty main street, and beyond them, the towering peaks of the Rockies stood like silent sentinels.
A Walk in Hyde Park
With a reassuring smile, he led her to a stone bench along the riverbank. The moment they sat, a parade of ducks emerged from the water, waddling toward them with eager quacks.
A Pansy for Eleanor, part 4 (of 8)
She let out a breath, unfastening her cloak and laying it over the chair. “It’s not the Montrose estate, but it will do.”
Henry smirked, shrugging off his own coat. “I’d take this over a ballroom full of scheming aristocrats any day.”