The house had grown larger, now equipped with a cellar and two storage areas, making life much more comfortable.
Especially since the land in this era was unclaimed, come spring, they planned to cultivate more, which she believed would lead to even better days.
She wasn't sure if the grain fruit could grow here. They had planted some last year, and it had sprouted and taken root, but after the Cold Season arrived, only bare branches remained, small and fragile. Whether they could survive to become large trees was uncertain—it might take many more years. She wasn't used to it; truth be told, she still preferred the seasonal harvests that came straight from the ground.
But that was the situation now; she felt powerless to change it.
