TEN
Morning held an unfamiliar chill, forcing Rosa to reach for a shawl to wrap around her shoulders as she rekindled the fire from the coals. A cup of willow bark tea would see off the aches from yesterday's labour, before today's began.
Seeing as she'd left yesterday's milk in the cellar and forgotten about it, after today's milking, she might have enough to make cheese. She left a pot of water over the fire to boil, then headed outside to the barn where the goats slept.
Snow had turned their fertile, dark soil white. Rosa cursed, then summoned a whirlwind to whisk it away from Grandmother's garden. The spells Grandmother had cast on the clearing usually kept all but that hardiest frost away – she had an arrangement with the surrounding trees, or so she'd said – but perhaps even tre
