July 1593. Wow, it's already July. These days, time seems to be passing insanely fast.
'Or... I've just lost my sense of time.'
Unlike the precisely scheduled life of a 21st-century grape farmer, the life of a 16th-century angel is, how should I put it?
Extremely relaxed.
Sow seeds around this time. Harvest grapes around this time. The new settlers are causing a commotion wanting to see the angel, so... let's set a time around this period.
It's really like 'around this time' in this way. Without utility bills or rent to pay by specific dates, life spreads out without a sense of time.
What gives me a sense of time is the rapidly growing Virginia and...
"This way! Just about three more steps this way!"
"Bring more hammers and nails over here!"
This settlement.
The shipyard, which took months to lay the foundation, erect pillars, and make many people suffer, is now on the verge of completion.
