Julia
With an ax in his other hand, after closing the cabin door, Van took my hand, our mittens wrapping around one another's grip. My total experience around the area of the cabin was limited to the journey to and from the truck and to and from the outhouse. This time, we headed into the forest, our boots sinking in the deep snow.
“They're all so tall," I said, looking up through the big trees to the blue sky above. I wasn't only speaking of the pine trees, but also deciduous trees such as the white birch whose white trunks highlighted the landscape.
“There are places on my land where I've planted saplings," Van said. “I'm hoping at least one will still be small enough."
“You planted trees? There weren't enough?"
Van grinned, looking down at me with pink cheeks from the cold. “There
