Poppy Farm
Frederick, still dressed in his holiday finery, his red and green embroidered waistcoat a bright contrast to his black and white evening wear, grabbed his longest, heaviest overcoat, his thickest scarf, and his black leather fur-lined gloves. When Feesbury arrived to help, Frederick shooed him away. Frederick knew what he was doing was highly improper, to leave one’s guests, on Christmas Eve no less. But the chatting and the laughter continued, and now people were shouting to be heard over the music and the stomps of the country dances that never seemed to end. The sight through the window brought a smile to Frederick’s lips. Hembry had indeed become a winter wonderland. He would have stayed there to watch the simple joys that nature could bestow, but he had business to tend t
