Sacred GardenChapter 3
BE PREPARED - Boy Scouts of America A sharp pain in Brenda's shoulder blade awoke her from the daydreams and memories. She had been propped against the tree for nearly forty minutes and the small charley horse that Brenda experienced was a signal that a stretch was needed. This would be as good a time as ever to hit the trail in was her thought. Arising, she turned to face the nut tree. Brenda braced into it with her hands together and overlapping while she kept her feet a comfortable...