I am very worried about Mimsey. Mimsey Dagwort,that is. Since her hedge mysteriously regrew to renewed excellence overnight,she seems to have become a shadow of her former witch hood . She seems to shrink as she passes the aforementioned spot,not daring to look in the direction of its newly sprouted leaves. Not daring to look anywhere, in fact,lest other things and other people catch on to some guilty secret.

Well, Mimsey dear, I rather fear they have.It was never really going to go unnoticed,old girl. While passing the time yesterday,over the garden fence with The Fearless Faery next door,and her beast Daisy, Old Fearless suddenly stopped listening to my incredibly interesting conversation on midge flies and pointed towards the hedge.
"Has that hedge grown back ? "she said. "Already ? That seems a bit odd,doesn't it ? It was well scorched, wasn't it ?"
I bravely tried to continue my oral treatise on the dining habits of the lesser spotted midgefly,but she was having no deviation from her train of conversation.
"It's fully grown" she trickled on. "It was just a hole three days ago. It can't have.........".
I could see a small lantern lighting in her eyes and she looked me full in the eye,with her small black twinkly ones. Only a lie would now do,I could see that. I couldn't let Mimsey down,knowing how she must have been driven to it.
"What ? " I stammered.
All good lies should start with an air of disbelief.
"The hedge ? Oh,I've never noticed. Hole,was there ? Oh,there was,wasn't there. These things grow so quickly,don't they ? We've had so much rain,haven't we ? My garden's bursting with weeds with all this rain. The rain will have spurred it on."
I finished my nervous ramblings with an innocuous smile. This met the black twinkly peepers as they turned ,looking slightly bewildered towards me. She didn't say any more,though,and I hoped she would just let the whole discussion go.

However,as I re-started my general worries over the aggressive habits of seasonal biting insects,both of our attentions were suddenly drawn towards the Primpoles' gate, as Weedy and Severity were leaving with both wildebeests and Number 2 son,Abstemio. There was a fair old racket going on,with barking and woofing,cackling and calling out in rumbustious voices,when I suddenly heard Severity cry "Look at the hedge. The hedge over there. It's grown back. That's a bit of a miracle,isn't it ?"
As she said it she looked at the others and burst into vicious laughter. The others joined her in bursts of laughing ,between pointing and conspiratorial whispers. There was no doubt that they also thought something was afoot and it was not courtesy of Mother Nature.
The Fearless Faery ,sensing kindred spirits in this matter, was suddenly moved to abandon our conversation, shoot through the gate and head in their direction to mull over the pros and cons of what she felt was also something untoward.
I just stood,watching them all from a distance, heads together in mutual condemnation of the Dagwort Hedge. I left them there, hoping that when their childish conjecturing was over they would just go back to their dreary lives and forget about it.
At the end of the day they could laugh as much as they pleased about it,as long as they did not report big Mimsey for spell weaving or unnatural practises. I do not think they would go that far. However,I have to hope that the Shilpits at number three haven't picked up on it, or Mimsey's goose may well be cooked yet.
Today I have a free Sunday from my rehearsals with the Theatricals. Remindur has another engagement so we have been cautioned to learn some lines for next week, and to contemplate the parts for which we wish to audition. There is a part for a mad woman,and Pendragon has said that I was born to play the role. He surely must feel my acting skills are honed to perfection.
Next week is going to be very busy. I have appointments in Brigantia on Monday and Tuesday, parchment hunting on Wednesday ,an appointment with the Faery Physio on Thursday and Friday - well there is sure to be something important and unmissable scheduled.
I hope to meet with Portamus Cumberpatch soon to discuss my new role at the Daily Scandal. He has delightfully placed me on a retainer until I begin my new post as Entertainment/Gossip columnist in August. Broody Rootpulse, cub reporter, has taken over the Agony Elf slot,and although she displays a strong natural skill for problem solving,she does also seem to lack the elven edge of an Amarantha.
Piccallilli Peasegood has been in touch to organise one of our summer solstice outings to somewhere green and wholesome. Preferably with a healthy bistro and good natural cooking on the side.
This is a very special day today for Pendragon and I .This evening we go to one of our favourite restauants for a gourmet meal. We are celebrating our first meeting,our first evening together.In the Dark Palace, both the food and ambience are exciting,and we are sure to have a very romantic time.

Jeraboa Dagwort has just passed our window,carrying another couple of dark green glass bottles to add to his own personal bottle bank. No signs of Mimsey. She is keeping a low profile obviously,to avoid further speculation over the Great Healing Hedge debaucle.
Lobelia Drive is quiet today,if a little blustery around the corners. We were promised temperatures of 18o to 20o,but they have not lasted long.
Pendragon is downstairs enjoying a vanilla and orange hot chocolate,and probably damaging my weekly crossword beyond all recognition. He will deny all when I ask him how he arrived at the wrong answer for no.35,but such is his undeniable charm.
He came, he saw, he conquered my heart. Vive l'amour ,vive la coeur !

Much love and steaming hot chocolate to you all, my romantic friends. May you have the Sunday of your dreams, and the week of your desires. From Amarantha Willow, the Rainbow Faery.