I met with the Faery Physio at halfway past the cuckoo hour of two. Not the elven lady of my last visit but a tall elven gentleman called Jupiter Lovage, who smiled all the time throughout my appointment. He joked with me for a while about the deluge outside,and then listened when I explained what I felt had happened to my left hand and what Dr. Scroat had given me for it. He then went through an assortment of tests to try to ascertain my level of difficulty,and establish exactly from where in my hand,the problem was emanating. That done ,he then said he did not feel the cause was tendonitis, but something he called an inflamed joint . He said the joint concerned was at the base of my wrist,and not the base of the thumb,as I supposed. It has been caused by lots and lots of repetitive work,mainly my weaving tasks,which I so much enjoy. It needs time to heal ,he said, but it should heal well. Meanwhile he has given me daily exercises to "cool,stretch and strengthen the joint". If ,when I return to see him in two weeks, the hand is not progressing quickly enough, he will put some special liquid into the joint.He was so helpful that my heart lightened and I left the Physio room with a skip in my step. It is very debilitating to have constant pain in any of your limbs, so I was thrilled to hear that it will not last for ever.
I celebrated this good news by heading to the mercantiles of Brigantia,to windowshop for objects with which to beautify the toadstool and some summer garments for myself. I saw many interesting things along the way,but nothing which tempted me to buy. I did find the furniture oil which Pendragon needs to waterproof our new oak garden table. So one of us will be happy this weekend.

I always enjoy weekends with my Pendragon. He takes so much good care of me,and is always looking for ways to ease my day or give me some fun. He makes me laugh.He sees the beauty in me, and remembers to tell me so. He wants for me what I want for myself. He wants to share my life,as his betrothed, and have Amarantha and Pendragon Willow emblazoned on the toadstool door. I waited such a long time for him to come into my life, and now he is here,I want to treasure every day with him. Tomorrow we are going for a long walk to work out our elven pins and fill our lungs with the sweet fresh air. We will take a coastal route leading to Mendaly and sit awhile there in a cornfield,drinking from our acorn tea flask,and munching on fresh pulpberries.We'll return before the dusk falls, to a hearty supper devised by Pendragon. We will cuddle up on our cream coloured settee,and listen to some favourite silver disks,or sing while Pendragon accompanies me on his mahogany lute.If the weather stays fine we will dance in the moonlight on the lawn while the stars shine down on our weekend merrymaking.

I saw Granny Primpole arrive tonight,bellowing at Weedy to be more careful as he staggered from side to side in an attempt to keep her upright on the path. She was large as life and twice as obnoxious as I remember her,so it cannot be her that Weedy was stuffing into the back seat of his maroon motor carriage.Maybe he is now wishing he had. So the mystery remains unsolved.I am starting to wonder if I just had a moment of wild imaginings,but Severity's nervous glance as I passed,remains with me.They were up to something,that's for sure.Time will tell,they will slip up sometime and all will be revealed. Coming to think of it, I haven't seen the Forlorn Faery for a couple of days. That lead definitely needs to be followed up.

In the front garden my two Flowerpot people are settling in well.
Horticultura Pot is adorned with pink daisies,while Fresca Pot sports some large sunflowers in her terracotta headgear. They have two jolly pink faces,and seem interminably happy in their protective spot in the rockery.They are doing a sterling job of keeping slugs and snails away from my young plants.Nothing gets past these grandes dames,so everything around them blooms and shines. I am unsure how well they are proceeding in friendship with my other garden helpers ,Dulcie Woodnymph and Gerania Sylph.They have been looking after and blessing the front garden for three years now,and may feel they have cause to resent this unwarranted intrusion into their special patch by two flowerpot fly-by-nights.
I want them all to feel welcome.New visitors join the garden crew all the time.Some stay for a while,then move on.Others like Mandolini and the Backyard Boys choose to make my humble paradise their long term haven. In fact two little pot gnomes have arrived in the back yard and I know that Mandolini and the boys have granted them their own homestead pots. Crabappleton and Artemus look very much at home in their pots of ivy and primroses.
Dulcie and Gerania are both tall and elegant in their fine white robes,and are used to having the rockery to themselves.Hopefully the funloving Flowerpot people will win them over with their hard work and kooky smiles. If not,I may have to have a timely word with my two exquisite angelic ladies,and remind them that all who come are to be extended the same warmth and affection- and as my bringers of good fortune to the fifth toadstool on the left, I expect their aura of generosity of spirit to be upheld and granted to every quarter of our domain. I am sure they will respond.
The lights are fading fast here in Dingley Dell, and I have had to ask the glowworms to light up our toadstool early. Pendragon will be home soon and our weekend will begin with a hot,spicy bowl of tomato and persimmon soup,with toasted eggplant batons on the side. His green pointy slippers and brocade dressing robe are laid out. A small glass of blueberry mead awaits him on the oaken table. With him by my side, my days here in the fifth toadstool from the left, my beloved Flowerpot Cottage, are idyllic.

May all your days in your harvest home be marked by their warmth and peace,my dear friends, save the times when they are marked by feasting, and carousing, and lindy hopping into the night. Every faery needs to party sometime. From Amarantha, the delightful Ms. Willow, the Rainbow Faery.