Welcome to Medieval Monday Week 11! Seasonal "hecticity" is setting in! My Christmas was up all weekend and is still only half-decorated. Maybe today…
For this week’s snippet, Lachlann and Deidre have finally arrived at the Christmas tree farm in the piney woods of East Texas. For snippets of other great, medieval romances, be sure to check out the Medieval Romance Lovers FB page. We’re also on Twitter, #MedMonFall20
A few minutes later, they turned onto an asphalt road that led to a gravel parking lot. For the second time in less than an hour, an exclamation of pleased surprise escaped Lachlann. In front of them was a long, red wooden building with a wide front porch and a sign that read Welcome to Olsen’s Christmas Tree Farm.
The porch ran along the entire storefront. Decorated Christmas trees punctuated both ends and several large wooden rocking chairs, some red, some green, were arranged on either side of the steps. Glancing around, he realized that the whole property was festively decorated with various rustic holiday displays, greenery, and, of course, Christmas trees.
Beyond the building, in the near distance, long rows of trees grew all the way down to the lake. Near the water, picnic tables were set up under the trees.
“What do you think?” Deidre brushed his shoulder with hers.
“This is great.”
She smiled. “I have another surprise. See over there?” She pointed out of his window.
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