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why it thrilled him so much to see her happy, but he refused to think about it. He'd live in the moment for once. He turned south once they reached the Eastern shoreline. "Now we'll follow the lake for a little longer, but we'll be able to see some of the farmland around here. Wisconsin is known for its dairy farms. You'll have to try some of the state's cheese. It's delicious!"
"I've had some." Bobbie had no idea what she'd thought she was moving to when she agreed to move to Wisconsin, but it wasn't what she saw in front of her. She could see land across the lake, and she asked, "What's that land over there?"
"Oh, that's Minnesota. This lake is the border between the two states."
"Really?" She wished Sarah had lived closer to the border. She'd had no idea she was so close herself. "I'm really impressed with this Wisconsin of yours. I need to see more."
"Wait until we get the first snowfall. It's the most beautiful thing in the world to look out at the lake, with snow piled up around it. Of course, it will make your chores a little harder, and it makes logging much harder. When it gets too cold we can't even work."
"Why?"
"It's easier to log if you don't have to wear gloves, but it gets so cold here that it's easy to get frostbite in the winter. When it's bad enough that we have to wear gloves, it's harder to work."
Bobbie thought about that for a minute. "What if you had gloves without fingers? Or gloves that went halfway up your fingers?"
"If those were available, I think they would make a big difference." He shrugged. "I've never seen or heard of such a thing."
She smiled. "Let me make you a pair. If you like them, I can make several more for your men."
"You'd do that?" He looked at her with surprise. Erna had always been helpful, but she'd never offered to do things like that for his men as a whole.
"I'd be honored." Truthfully, she loved the idea of being able to help his business. She'd never thought it would happen, but after managing the factory, she'd become a business woman at heart. She wanted to ask him if she could take over his books, but she knew that would probably be too much. Maybe she could start a small business from her home, if it didn't bother him.
As they drove, she looked at everything around her, really enjoying the pretty landscape. He drove along the lake, and then along a river for a while, telling her it was the St. Louis River.
He turned away from the river, and they drove through a sparsely populated area, farms set almost a mile apart. She'd rarely left the Boston area, so she had little experience with anything other than seaside towns.
Finally, he pulled to a spot beside the road, tucked under a tree. "How about this for the picnic?" he asked.
The boys were out of the buggy before he finished his question, and she grinned. "I don't know that we have a choice really, but it's lovely."
He helped her down, and she took the quilt while he got the picnic basket. She spread the quilt under the giant maple tree. "It's too bad we weren't here three weeks ago," he told her. "The leaves were a beautiful shade of oranges, yellows and reds. You've never seen anything like fall in Wisconsin."
"Fall in New England isn't anything to sneeze at," she said with a grin.
He put the basket down, and she sat down, digging through it to spread out their lunch. "It's a good thing we're doing this today. It's already chilly. Another week, and we wouldn't have been able to sit around outside."
She shrugged. "I walked to work in the winter every day in Massachusetts. I'm sure you're used to winter here as well."
"Well, sure, we can do things outside in the winter, but we really need to be active, and not sitting and eating. Staying still will make it feel so much colder."
He sat on the quilt on the other side of the basket from her, looking at her as if he'd never seen her. She really was a beautiful woman, and now that he'd gotten to know her a bit, he realized she was a good, kind-hearted woman.
"I've had some." Bobbie had no idea what she'd thought she was moving to when she agreed to move to Wisconsin, but it wasn't what she saw in front of her. She could see land across the lake, and she asked, "What's that land over there?"
"Oh, that's Minnesota. This lake is the border between the two states."
"Really?" She wished Sarah had lived closer to the border. She'd had no idea she was so close herself. "I'm really impressed with this Wisconsin of yours. I need to see more."
"Wait until we get the first snowfall. It's the most beautiful thing in the world to look out at the lake, with snow piled up around it. Of course, it will make your chores a little harder, and it makes logging much harder. When it gets too cold we can't even work."
"Why?"
"It's easier to log if you don't have to wear gloves, but it gets so cold here that it's easy to get frostbite in the winter. When it's bad enough that we have to wear gloves, it's harder to work."
Bobbie thought about that for a minute. "What if you had gloves without fingers? Or gloves that went halfway up your fingers?"
"If those were available, I think they would make a big difference." He shrugged. "I've never seen or heard of such a thing."
She smiled. "Let me make you a pair. If you like them, I can make several more for your men."
"You'd do that?" He looked at her with surprise. Erna had always been helpful, but she'd never offered to do things like that for his men as a whole.
"I'd be honored." Truthfully, she loved the idea of being able to help his business. She'd never thought it would happen, but after managing the factory, she'd become a business woman at heart. She wanted to ask him if she could take over his books, but she knew that would probably be too much. Maybe she could start a small business from her home, if it didn't bother him.
As they drove, she looked at everything around her, really enjoying the pretty landscape. He drove along the lake, and then along a river for a while, telling her it was the St. Louis River.
He turned away from the river, and they drove through a sparsely populated area, farms set almost a mile apart. She'd rarely left the Boston area, so she had little experience with anything other than seaside towns.
Finally, he pulled to a spot beside the road, tucked under a tree. "How about this for the picnic?" he asked.
The boys were out of the buggy before he finished his question, and she grinned. "I don't know that we have a choice really, but it's lovely."
He helped her down, and she took the quilt while he got the picnic basket. She spread the quilt under the giant maple tree. "It's too bad we weren't here three weeks ago," he told her. "The leaves were a beautiful shade of oranges, yellows and reds. You've never seen anything like fall in Wisconsin."
"Fall in New England isn't anything to sneeze at," she said with a grin.
He put the basket down, and she sat down, digging through it to spread out their lunch. "It's a good thing we're doing this today. It's already chilly. Another week, and we wouldn't have been able to sit around outside."
She shrugged. "I walked to work in the winter every day in Massachusetts. I'm sure you're used to winter here as well."
"Well, sure, we can do things outside in the winter, but we really need to be active, and not sitting and eating. Staying still will make it feel so much colder."
He sat on the quilt on the other side of the basket from her, looking at her as if he'd never seen her. She really was a beautiful woman, and now that he'd gotten to know her a bit, he realized she was a good, kind-hearted woman.
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