Jade Fern Grove everywhere i look i see green scenic sublime.

Wit hadn’t seemed to pick up on Bazi’s morose state – which was likely because she was attempting to hide it from her children. Good, he determined almost bitterly. At least she was attempting to not afflict their children with her frustrations of the world.
 
“Mom could use a hug,” he explained, his voice attempting to shift to a more laid back tone. Given how wide his sons' eyes had gotten, Whit was close enough to melting on to the ferns in a puddle of upset over the possibility of his mother being unhappy. “Especially from her big guy,” he added, nudging the boy with light praise.