Pendragon and I lay for quite a long time this morning ,talking about how we met ,and reminiscing about our good times here and in the Metropolis . It is his birthing day today,and we will spend most of it quietly here in the toadstool. I wished him Happy Birthing at midnight plus one last night,and we fell asleep with a long cuddle and the sweetest of words. I brought him an acorn coffee,as he lay back reading his latest mystery parchment,and the first of his cards. It pictured an elven couple sitting on a tree branch ,with their arms around each other.They had a beautiful aura ,and the word "sharing" completed the picture. I made him a beautiful healthy breakfast of oatmeal and berries,a light chocolate croissant,and crushed apple juice to follow. I could hear him singing in the bath house while I watched the oatmeal rise. An airy elven tune of love and commitment,sung at the top of his voice. We sat in the sun room, watched by the Black Fat Cat,and ate our morning meal- chatting and laughing and enjoying Pendragon's new year.
He is now outside in the Back Yard, wielding a small woodbrush. We decided to paint the woodshed in more glamorous colours. It is a Coastal Look in Jasmine white,Seagrass,Blueberry and Lavender stripes. It will look stunning and be the envy of elven folk for miles around. Pendragon has been out for an hour now,and already he has completed the whole of one side. I cannot wait for him to finish the job.
At three I will make him an afternoon libation,and check on his further progress.
Today we can see the fruits of yesterday's garden chores. I need to water the pots every day now as they dry out so quickly. But my daily endeavours are paying huge dividends. Everything stands tall in the beams of the sun,and smiles when the droplets from the watering can splash each petal face. The garden is so quiet today. The Primpoles were seen by Pendragon early this morning, piling dogs and parcels into the back of their four wheeled motor carriage. No barking, no singing,definitely no sniggering behind the fence, for a whole day.
We never seem to see the Fearless Faery on Sundays. The front bedroom window is always open,so I think she lies late in bed. No one or nothing to have to get up for,I suppose. She confided in me last week,as we dallied a while across the front fence, that she finds Lobelia Drive a little on the quiet side. Some days she sees few people ,and she does not seem to have many hobbies with which to occupy her time. It is surprising to me to find an elven lady like her,of not so tender years,with so few visible accomplishments or crafting skills. She has provided only a couple of clues to her elven past, and both present a fairly sad and troubled picture. Her former partner, of gnomic origins, is now in a special hospital for the gravely ill. Her children,two it would seem,left home a few years ago, and she has not seen hide nor hair of them since. One elven girl,and one gnomic boy. So sad. She has no other family on her side,and on her partner's side, she says they don't speak to her since he has been ill. She seems terribly alone. I told Pendragon all this ,and I have to say he looked at me askance. "Be careful,my love."he said. 'You don't know the real truth of the matter. Be nice but take matters with a pinch of sodium, until you are more sure of her honesty".
Pendragon is not usually so cautious with newcomers,but he is also very intuitive,so I have taken his advice to heart . I will be nice but I will keep a small distance until I am surer of her. She has said one or two contradictory things to me in our conversations,which do flag up a sign of some contrivance in her nature. For now, I pass the time of day with her,and do my best to make her feel welcome in the cul-de-sac.
When Wally the house cuckoo strolls out at four,I shall begin making Pendragon's birthing day dinner. A fine feast of cucumber salad with a fruity overtone, and Amarantha's vegetable paella. If we need a sweet dessert to follow, my raspberry and apple bake should melt his heart. After our meal I have a special present for Pendragon, brewed 25 years ago in the hills of Dingley Dell,and laced with elven stardust. We will go for a walk in the moonlight as it is to be a fine night,and will dance our elven dance beneath the stars. Birthing days are very special to me,and particularly today, as it is a chance to celebrate the coming to the world of someone so fine and individual as my Pendragon.
Much happiness to you all, my dearest of friends, and may your Sunday be bringing you a taste of the high life and a chance to soak up the finest of elven days this year. From Amamrantha,the Willow girl, the Rainbow Faery.