I was woken gently to the sound of Pendragon shuffling to and fro getting ready for work this morning. He looked rather dazed, as he shambled around looking for fresh hose. I had some time to study him through my half open eyes. He is not tall,but perfectly formed for his height. Sandy coloured hair and golden skin,and with the bluest of blue sparkling eyes.He returned from the kitchen in a few minutes with a hot cup of my detox tea. Nettles,hibiscus and dandelion root all blended together,working on my internal system to wash out any impurities,keeping my skin and nails, and complexion fresher than fresh.It is not the most appealing of tisanes,until you get used to it. It has taken me three years but now I gulp it down and actually enjoy the faint bitterness of the leaves. I took the tea, smiled good morning to him, and received a large wet kiss for my trouble. I said "cheerybye| and heard his gentle feet trip back downstairs. I heard the door close,and and decided it was time for me too to rise and meet the day. Pendragon is working late in Metropolis tonight, so I will use the time to catch up on some of my chores,and do a little writing for my weekly column.After a fair bowl of my blueberry porridge, I sorted out some of my summer vestments, and put some much needed order into some of my paperwork. The weather outside was threatening rain,so I wrapped myself up in my pretty green waterproof cape and headed out to get the tram to Metropolis. I wanted to track down a paper pattern for my bespoke betrothal gown. Pendragon and I had some initial talks last weekend with the Elven Seamstress, and when I visit next week I want to at least take a picture of a possible gown with me. The main body of the dress will be burgundy satin,with white satin used as a complimentary material.The gown will be Renaissance style ,with a burgundy bodice, burgundy overskirt, cream/white satin underskirt and burgundy red/white long sleeves. I trekked about the principal dressmakers in Metropolis before finding a pattern I liked,not in the right shades but in the shape of my dream dress.I also looked at some materials,but I want to look further before deciding upon anything. My petite feet were a little weary by this time ,so I found the nearest tearoom, "The Green Bean", and had a tasty vegetable pasty for lunch. The tram brought me back quickly to Dingley Dell,as it made very few stops on the way.There was only myself and an aged boggart at the front of the tram,and he was snoring merrily all the way. Everytime he snorted out,his long whiskers blew upwards in tandem. I read my book and stared out of the window in turn,waiting for the heavens to open, and knowing a gigantic wetness would follow. It started just as I left the tram ,and by the time I put the key in our toadstool lock, there was a heavy pitter patter on the front step. Pendragon called me on the woodland voice box,as the cuckoo was marking five,to tell me he has purchased some nice lacy articles for me which he found in a store in Metropolis. He would not give me details, so all I can hope is that they bear some resemblance to my present size,and they won't be something you would only want to wear on a very cold night,with your tartan bedsocks.
He is the sweetest fellow,always thinking of how he can enhance my life . Yet, all I need or want is him.He has added so immeasurably to my happiness since we met.Tomorrow,we will meet in our usual Saturday haunt, "The Buttercup Bistro" ,for a couple of coffees and to to hear each other's news. Then walk by the harbour,watch the seagulls hopping about on the sand ,share a couple of kisses by the Lifeboat shed and walk home up the hill,to Lobelia Drive.I hope the weather will have settled,as there is much to do in the garden. My unplanted pink dianthus simply won't wait.
A very pleasant Friday evening to you all,my friends, and may the Lifeboat shed be just as generous to you. From Amarantha Willow, the most benificent Rainbow Faery.