The Emerald Wood

I went with my family to go christmas tree hunting this last weekend and it reminded me of why I wrote The Emerald Wood in the first place. We went to this great place with acre after acre of trees in the middle of nowhere. The sun was out, the smell of trees was all around, and the sound of my daughter laughing filled my ears. The Emerald Wood is real and it is a magical place and I see it in my baby girl's eyes. Walk away from your computer the next chance you get and go for a walk in the trees, the knights of the wood are watching.