The seasons turned, and the farm next door greened further and further. Jonathan attempted to help Herb with the harvest when autumn came, but he refused. “Good gods, you have ten times the work at harvest that I do! Go, take care of yourself. I’m just fine.”
He did, however, find time to help with a few repairs when the snow started falling. The roof of the farmhouse was creaking dangerously under a relatively light load of snow, and they spent nearly a week reinforcing it. Walls needed patching, cracks needed c******g, but eventually the house and barns were ready for winter.
They went to a few of the various winter social events, at Herb’s insistence. Jonathan still hadn’t really wanted to go, but with Herb right there insisting he go out, he didn’t know how to say no. He mostly had f
