Flames of Freedom

Flames of Freedom — page 3
Chapter One July 18 1776 On the day the Declaration of Independence was read in Boston the air was hot and humid Jonathan Stone loosened his collar making room against his skin for whatever breeze might stir and cool him off He was harvesting wild strawberries in the garden behind the small house he shared with his mother The strawberry plants were his pride and joy and if he waited any longer to pick the tender red fruit he risked losing them entirely The days were hot and although he watered the plants every day still their leaves drooped a little The stems and leaves were as important for teas as the berries so he worked quickly and efficiently A year ago when his father had been killed 6