Pendragon and I were going to have a lovely long lie in our four poster oak bed today,but the sun was shining so brightly through the window that we knew we had to rise and do some work in the garden.So after breakfast in the sun room,coats and scarves were pulled on and we prepared to do battle with the overgrowth in the front garden. Pendragon scythed the lawn and I weeded the pots. I was determined to plant out all those little primulas, and lobelias, which I bought at the Shop of the Jolly Woodman last week. Even though they have not been planted out properly yet, they are beginning to flower. I placed them all in two jolly red pots,with no need to water in ,as I can feel that it is going to rain before the afternoon is out. Rainbow faeries always know when it is going to rain, but sadly lack the powers to hold back the deluge when we may want to. I rearranged the pots beneath the front window,and stood back to marvel at the loveliness of the colours of the spring flowers. Bright yellow pansies, blue lobelia, pink and white primulas, a few trailing geraniums and a bright blue clematis already creeping higher on the wall. Pendragon went inside having finished his lawn only to return a few minutes later with two steaming hot cups of hazelnut chocolate. We sat on the front step,admiring our handiwork. Pendragon went off to tackle the back yard weeds leaving me to do a last minute check that all was well. It was then that I noticed them. Two little flowerpot people. Standing by the rockery ,guarding the rock tulips and daffodils. Where had they come From ? They weren't there last week when I looked. We get so many visitors to the garden that it can take a little while to notice any newcomers. I felt that I had seen them somewhere before.It was then that I remembered. I had seen them hanging around at the front of the Shop of the Jolly Woodman.They must have popped into my basket when I wasn't looking,and hidden among the plants till I got home.Well, I never. Little flowerpot people can be so clever.They have chosen their spot in the garden, and who am I to tell them they should be somewhere else. My only hope is that they will bond with Dulcie Woodnymph and Angelina Sylph,who tend to rule the roost in the front garden. They seemed to be busy watching over the wide green pansy trough,and not much put out at the presence of others, so I'll just cross my fingers that there is enough space and goodwill to accommodate them all.
The back garden is also starting to look more organised. I am doing a little bit of work each time,today concentrating on digging over the two main flowerbeds,preparing them for border seedlings.The ground was wet,so turning over the soil was made easier. Tomorrow I am going to start working on the indoor plants too,as many of them seem to be crying out for bigger pots. This coming week is going to be so busy,with two afternoon meetings of the Dingley Dell Heritage group,and two visits across the Big Water to Brigantia . Friday will bring a visit to The Elfen Consultant Dr. Scroat, who has promised me a minor miracle in fixing my sore hand. I have been suffering from elfen tendonitis for the last six weeks, and am having some trouble in making it better. The previous doctor's pills and potions,were well intentioned but completely unsuccessful,so Pendragon has recommended that I see Dr. Scroat, the best alchemist in the land.I will refrain from mentioning my gardening activites I think, as he may feel that this may be singularly inconducive to achieving a complete and immediate cure. I am also going to make a quick tour of some of the better fabric shops in Brigantia,in my search for gossamer and silk with which to make my betrothal gown. I do have some ideas as to how I want it to look. It will be dark red, and fashioned in the style of the ancients of Dingley Dell. Once I have found the best material, I will then seek out the best seamstress that the Metropolis can supply. I do feel very excited thinking about it all.
Red pointy heeled shoes,garland of red and white flowers in my hair, bouquet of red and white roses, and something bright and glittery,borrowed from my sister faery, Little Nell. Pendragon has just appeared to tell me that Queen Brighid the Bright has just phoned. Do I have time to help her with another little project ? He could see from my darkening face that I was far from keen. He is going back to detail for her the interminable list of my appointments for next week and to relate my despair at not being free to help. He is also going to return and tell me he told me so. Well, he did ,didn't he ? One good turn is definitely going to lead to another 40,000, if Queen Brighid has her way.
Piccallilli Peasegood phoned this morning to say the dreaded lurgy has now left her ,and she is free for weddings, banquets and coffees in Dingley Dell. We will meet on Wednesday to fill each other in on our lives,our triumphs, and the trials which currently beset us. No doubt she will have countless advice on everything to do with betrothal ceremonies.She is a good friend, though, so I will listen carefully and respond positively to her pearls of wisdom, while quietly determining to go my own sweet way, as usual.
A merry Sunday to you all,my friends, and may all your dilemmas be little ones. From Flowerpot Cottage,the fifth toadstool from the left, and Amarantha Willow,the Rainbow Faery.