Disclaimer: Sadly, the lucky people who own Harvest Moon are not me (Not that I could be people since I'm only one person, but anyway…)

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Spring 5, The Beginning

I haven't picked up this blue notebook to write for a couple days. It appeared on the morning of Spring 3, after waking up with a raging headache pounding as hard as, if not harder than heavy rain does on the roof of our home and a nose streaming harder than the waterfall during a hurricane, that I had aquired quite a cold from my sojourn in the cave. By Vesta's orders, I have been staying in bed, resting.

I've had many visitors, though.

Dr. Hardy has come to visit every day. I must admit, his medicines are a little on the disgusting side, but since he takes the trouble to make them for me, it's best if I drink them without complaint. It tastes rather like still green tomatoes mixed with Big Huchep fish. I really hope that that isn't what's really in it – I don't eat fish! The doctor looks a little strange (I've always been too afraid to ask what happened to his eye) but he's really just being nice. I mean, he doesn't have to give me medicine, but since he is, I'm not complaining about the taste.

Tim and Ruby visited yesterday, bringing some of their Get-Well-Soup. They refused to tell me what's in it, but it tasted wonderful. I'd get sick more often if I could have this everytime I was sick! But that would be like using Tim and Ruby, and that's the last thing I want to do! Oh well. Like I said, I've never tasted soup so good!

Muffy came to visit yesterday afternoon, but I must say, that was less than fun. She stayed for about half an hour and nearly bored me to tears with her tales of men who have broken her heart. Honestly, I might be her friend if it weren't for her obsessive boy-loving personality. She makes it sound as if having a broken heart is worse than death! The worst part was when she reached James – her brilliant blue eyes started shining (oh, I do wish my eyes were as beautiful as hers) and she started telling me about how he always has time to talk to her, and that he brings her a flower every day! My heart dropped when she said this, but when she mentioned that it was always a Toy Flower, and she wondered where all the Goddess Drops went, I began to feel better. I'm hopeful that James is only giving her flowers to be friendly. Wait, what am I saying? It's not like I like James myself…

My greatest surprise of all was when, around noon today, Nami showed up! I've always wanted to be her friend, but she was always so cold, staying out of reach. It was quite a pleasant surprise when I saw her firey hair poking up my ladder. Nami didn't stay long – she informed me immediately that she was concerned that something was wrong when I didn't appear to tend the crops for three days. It was a little blunt, but a sweet gesture all the same. I invited her to stay, of course – if I called, Vesta could make a pot of tea for us, but Nami abruptly decided that she had to leave. But that's the typical Nami, I suppose…never staying too long or allowing herself to get too friendly or close to anyone.

Dear Diary, you'll now notice that I've saved the best for last. James has visited every day, each time bringing one of his beautiful Goddess Drops. I'm getting quite a collection now, aren't I? James tells me my watermelons are thriving. That's good news. I would hate to think that my poor crops weren't growing well. James has a beautiful voice – something I never noticed before. It's rich and deep, and has a nice ringing quality to it, especially when he's talking about crops or farmwork. He's told me much of his farm, and has even requested that I visit Silver Birch Farm when I'm feeling better – he wants some tips on growing watermelons and tomatoes. Of course, I complied.

The setting sun's golden rays splatter across the room, dappling beautiful patterns that dance merrily across the walls. My Goddess Drops look to be of an even brighter yellow than usual in the light. I have the vase of them sitting on the small table across from my bed, so that I can look at it often. I'm starting to realize that something I said earlier was a lie. I do like James. Very much.

A/N: I LIVE! Sorry...I actually wrote this about a month ago...probably more. I blame the lack of updates on tryouts for high school band, which I just had two weeks ago and made it:-D So...this fic will only be updated when I'm in the mood for Harvest Moon, which I hadn't been in lately. Just as an FYI.

I really apologize if this chapter isn't as good as the others...I blame the lack of description on Celia's not feeling well. Really, this is kind of a filler chapter between the good ones. Something you liked? Hated? I love constructive criticism, so please leave a review and let me know what you thought!

Finally (Wow, this as a LOOONG authors note, hah) I am considering posting a new Harvest Moon Fic, again based on AWL.It's title is currently called Lumina's Letters, and it's basically just letters Lumina writes to people in the village, mostly things she wishes she could say to the villagers but never can. Some are romantic, some humorous...if you're interested in reading, please let me know!

Thanks for reading, and please review! I hope you're all having a wonderful 2006!

--Tineley--