Releasing This Friday, November 14th
The Holiday Sequel to Elderberry Croft
Elderberry Days: Season of Joy
It’s been a year since Willow Goodhope moved to Elderberry Croft at The Coach House Trailer Park, charming her way into the lives of each of her new neighbors with her outrageous laughter and her elderberry gifts. But the time has come for Willow to return home to where her heart has been all along. Will she find the courage to leave the sanctuary of her little cottage and face the life she left behind? Is love enough to carry her through the darkest night and into a brand new day? Join Willow Goodhope and the people in her life as she discovers beauty in the broken places, grace in the shadows, and joy in each new season.
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Each day this week, in anticipation of this Holiday Novella release, I’m posting …
An excerpt from Elderberry Days: Season of Joy
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AND NOW …….
An Excerpt from Elderberry Days: Season of Joy
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I fell asleep thinking of you last night, and so you came to visit me in my dreams. You did not come alone.
Yesterday, I took down all the twinkle lights I’d strung back and forth across the patio, and the shadows of the winter night that had been kept at bay crept in around me, taking me by surprise. The darkness left me feeling rather bereft, a bit like a lost child, alone and small. When Christian arrived for dinner, he eyed the solitary glow of the porch light in its old-fashioned globe mounted above the door, and without a word, went about building me a grand fire in the stone pit on the patio. The weather cooperated, staying dry and crisp, and the smoke drifted up and away, leaving behind warmth and soft light and the fragrance of wood fire. We sat outside, bundled together in a blanket, talking of trivial things that belied the depth of what was happening between us. Christian stayed long past my witching hour, that moment each night when I’m brave enough to send him away without me, and I stood on the patio long after he was gone, unable to go inside, alone. Oh, how desperately ready I am to go with him. Even now, my heart feels large and clumsy in my chest, pressing painfully against my lungs at the thought of making a home with him again.
Home. I have thought of this place as home for a whole year now, this tiny cottage cradled against the bank of the wee stream burbling past my patio. (Burbling. Is that a word? If it isn’t, it should be. It’s very streamish.) Beneath a giant eucalyptus tree whose rustling branches sing green lullabies in the January breezes, Elderberry Croft has been my home for twelve timeless months.
Here, at The Coach House Trailer Park, this hidden sanctuary I stumbled upon in what must surely have been one of my darkest hours, I found a whole group of people just like me, afraid to live, afraid to move forward, resigned and waiting for it to all be over.
At first, it was enough to realize I didn’t want that for them, and I determined to do everything I could while I was here to help them learn to breathe life in again. But in time, as I got to know each of my neighbors here, I realized I didn’t want that for me, either. We were all desperate for miracles, and God brought them in basket loads.
Elderberry baskets, Mama. Like the ones you and I used to make together.
The “For Rent” sign was so small, I drove right by it, the awareness of it not registering until I was several blocks away. I wasn’t looking for it—the notion of moving out hadn’t even taken root until that moment—but as I followed Eddie Banks across the narrow bridge over the stream, I could feel myself already falling under the spell of the place. When I laid eyes on the forlorn little croft, tucked in behind the huge Coach House, I think my heart would have broken if it wasn’t already in pieces. It seemed as hollowed-out and grief-stricken as I was, in spite of the stream burbling (that word—can’t you just hear it?) along beside it and the lush vegetation embracing it. If a house could be a kindred spirit ….
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Stop by tomorrow for another excerpt – I’ll be posting something every day this week!
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