February rolled around with another heavy dredge of snow. Danny groaned when he stepped out onto the back porch and saw the mess. Tail end of winter, but instead of the thin frost over an even thinner layer of snow, lay white powder about three inches thick. Damn it.
Planting season was around the corner though, a couple weeks late maybe, and he still had so much to get ready. Seeds were the first on his list to deal with, which meant a trip into Fox for more.
Instead of the left he would take to Set’s stable, Danny turned right. They had a little barn, just about half the size of the stable. Breath gusted in a thick cloud as he stepped into the little building. f**k, it was cold.
The mesh-topped boxes of seeds were laid out in neat rows along the walls, six deep but not stacked on top
