It had a burn that felt good.

No matter how hot the sun ever got there, she liked it.
Always there seemed air to breathe and the shade was pleasant.
From this vantage-point, a favorite one with Lenore, she could see all the alfalfa-fields, the hill crowned by the beautiful white-and-red house, the acres of garden, and the miles of orchards.

The grazing and grain fields began behind her.
The brook murmured below her and the birds sang.

She heard the bees humming by.

The air out here was clear of scent of fruit and hay, and it bore a drier odor, not so sweet.