Winter ended all too soon. Before Daisy knew it, the time to harvest the grain had arrived. There was a lot of work to do but she didn't want to do it at all because Leo wouldn't have a reason to stay anymore as soon as it was done.
Even with that heavy reminder hanging over her head, she was still able to laugh when he swung his sickle like it was a sword and made the Krinzels clap for him the way he did every year. He seemed to sense she was feeling down so he made more of a show of it than usual.
The first time it happened, she had wondered where he learned to reap wheat so well but it made perfect sense now. He was skilled at wielding a blade. Why wouldn't he be good at this?
Leo said he planned to stick around until the grain sales to the miller were complete so the man couldn't give her a hard time. The deadline loomed over Daisy like an anvil in a cartoon. She absolutely dreaded it.
