I did not rise quite as early as I had planned,for I had much to do. Two orders for used parchments had arrived and I realised that I would have to shift my tiny elven body a little faster if I were to make it to the Post Slot in time. In Dingley Dell,the Post Slot closes at noon on Saturdays.It was a beautiful day and I walked there fairly quickly,taking in the busy huddles of village folk,on their way to variious enjoyments. All seemed to have cast off their spring vestments in favour of summer shortened hose and filmy summer skirts. I was astounded to find a huge queue for postal attention,winding its way from the counter to outside the Postal Slot. I took my place at the end of this tail,next to an aged and slightly infirm dwarf,who nonetheless,had a cheery smile for one and all. Well,we waited and we waited, and we waited some more. The ageing dwarf and I chatted about every topic under the sun, as the two Post Slot attendants got more fractious trying to reduce the size of the waiting throng. Looking behind us,we were both stunned to see at least another two score of Dingley Dellites had joined the queue behind us. Gradually the folk in front of us disappeared,and I handed my parcels to the attendant. She looked rather red in the face with her continuous exertions,but she was very pleasant and she dealt with my business as quickly as she could.
I headed back out into the gleam of the day,making my way down to the harbour and The Buttercup Bistro. Pendragon had promised to meet me at one of the cuckoo clock,but by one hour and one half past,there was no sign of his tantalising pointy feet. I had an acorn latte but with the last piece of frothy milk,he had still not arrived. I walked back up the hill,feeling the effects of the roasting sun beating down upon my red elven curls. It was just a little too hot. As I jumped into my red carriage holder,I heard the sound of a familiar voice,calling my name. It was Pendragon,just arrived,and having spotted me from a distance,trying to catch my attention .We hugged,I was so relieved to see him. We drove home to the toadstool ,and had our lunch there,in the warmth of our beautiful Sun Room.
Pendragon then set to work to work oil into our new garden table,using a ittle elbow grease,and bundles of rags. I left him happy in his work for a while,as I had some admin. work to complete,and some craft work to finish. From the Blue Room I coould smell the smells of Pendragon starting to prepare our spaghetti supper. We will dine in the Sun Room with the Black Fat Cat joining us to gather some sunbeams. I will water the garden plants ,and Pendragon and I will finish the waterproofing of the garden table together. Tomorrow the sun is due to continue in Dingley Dell,so Pendragon and I are taking a trip to view the DrumCourt Castle and its grounds. The old castle has many artefacts and relics from the 16th century,and rooms full of costumes,and battle gear.I love finding out more about my elven heritage, and Pendragon cannot resist the opportunity to swing a few battleaxes,under safe scrutiny,of course.

May the day be bringing the brownness of the berry to your rosy cheeks, and may the night bring a touch of sparkle to your dreams. Tomorrow is the first day of the new month,June. The summer solstice is upon us ,my friends, make it yours in word and deed. From Amarantha Willow, the Rainbow Faery.