This writing a book blurb isn't at easy as it sounds. Maybe I will get better if I keep working with Lisa's Book Blurb Friday. Today I can't get Blogger to even cooperate with posting the picture. So for info on Book Blurb Friday, other writers' enteries, AND the picture this week, please visit Lisa at Writing in the Buff.
From the wagon’s bench seat, she looked back for a last glimpse of hickory, Osage orange and sycamore that lined the creek bank. Her baby was buried under spreading branches of the tall oak. She knotted her kerchief and faced west as Asa said, “De war over. We leaving these Missouri trees for good, Maizey.”
With that, they headed for the Kansas plains near the Solomon River where she heard there wasn’t a tree to be found. How could they live in a hole in the ground? How would she survive summer heat without green leaves to shade her nappy head? No branches for birdsong, no squirrel chatter overhead, not even dead leaves for snakes to hide under.
So much would be different now, including freedom, in the new Black settlement of Nicodemus, Kansas. But she rode out to meet the challenges leaving behind her beloved trees.