Jenny Hershberger gazed out the window of her Pennsylvania farmhouse.
Another fall in Paradise…
Another fall in Paradise…Outside the window of her writing room, the leaves had burst into the brilliant red and gold Jenny so loved. It was another part of the cycle that marked the passing of each year, a season that, in the past, had given her great joy and solace. The hot, languid summer months had surrendered to crisp early September mornings. The smell of wood burning in stoves touched the air with ghosts of past falls and winters. She remembered her Jonathan—gone now these several years—chopping wood for the winter months; the sweat beading on his brow and his powerful arms rippling under his shirt as the wood flew off the sharp edge of his axe blade. She thought of her mother and fathe
