Because Leonard Ethan had previously invested so much energy into the excavation work and jewelry production, he didn't realize it was already March, the arrival of spring in Ireland, until he had finished all his tasks.
The brown soil sprouted with green, increasingly fresh and tender, as if hope penetrated the land under the cover of night, leaving her sparkling footprints at dawn.
Leaving the house, he arrived on the road. The sheepfolds, made of hay blocks, were perched on the verdant slopes. The farmers enclosed each ewe and its lamb into a family and then arranged them in a row, each family adjacent to the next.
"Leonard, are you home?" Just as Leonard was looking out the window at the lush greenery outside, Uncle Jack's loud voice came from downstairs. "The next-door neighbors might need our help."
