"A good house, deep in the woods, with a garden all around it and a river flowing past it. Fruit trees, and flowers planted for the bees. A place to grow my herbs. Silence in winter, and in summer nothing but the birds. Lonely as the grave, and every bit as restful."
and....
He was not listening. He was as deep in his own shocked thoughts as I was. "Do you mean she was a witch? A real one? I know people said so, and she used to laugh. She said she sometimes saw the future a bit, and she would tease me about that, what was going to happen to me, but it was always funny, I mean just fun. Wasn't it?"
If I've tempted you to read this book, it is "Thornyhold" by Mary Stewart
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That sounds like a great book. I think I will go and check it out. :o)
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