Clarice hailed from the lush green vistas of Annapolis Valley. Through the change of seasons their bond grew mutual. Inevitably they became betrothed. Everyone in Resting Arms was pleased with the circumstances. Were it not for this saving grace, townsfolk were concerned about how long Clarence would have been able to carry on. But Clarice had deep roots in the Valley. And her strong heart was loath to live elsewhere.
Soon, everyone learned of their decision to leave Resting Arms. They would settle on a plot given by Clarice’s parents for a homestead. But Clarence’s departure was not before a fine wedding in Resting Arm’s beautiful church. A simple yet lovely ceremony ushered in a new stage of personal growth for Clarence. Here was sweet fruit from a plan formed in a fetid Georgian swamp.
