Rain has rather devastated my plans today. I woke to the joint sounds of rain bombarding our bedroom window and Pendragon whistling one of his favourite tunes, as he mashed my early morning cup of rooibos and vanilla tea. He brought it up to me, along with a perfectly toasted and buttered piece of rye sourdough bread, pecked my sleepy cheek,wished me a wonderful day, and then strolled downstairs to head off for the tram to Metropolis. I did eventually rise , but was slow to bathe and re - organise my day.
I carried out some paperwork,necessary to my used parchment business,washed a few of Pendi's smalls, watched the rain lashing further on to our front garden, dried a few of Pendi's smalls, then reached for my waterproof overtunic,determined to seek at least some of the day in the outside world. You can see that the stunning pace of my day was driving me to seek a little elven interaction, or at the very least to view the rest of the Dingley Dell populace from a soggy distance.
I had a few stores to collect from the supermercantile and the drive to and fro , woke me up to almost being fully conscious .
I hate days such as these , when I struggle to achieve the most from them. There are so many tasks in hand, and I have so many projects seeking completion.
My new life as Pendragon's wife is making me very contented and happy. Pendi makes me happy, so aware is he of the stuff of life which makes my world go round. He always wants the best for me, and for me to make the best of myself in every corner of my interests.
Our wedding day , on the 30th May, seems a long time ago now. It was such a special day. The sun shone all day, and the ceremony took place in the sunshine ,under a bower of green leafy trees. We had twenty -five guests, either friends or family, there with us to witness our ceremony, and join us for a luxury feast afterwards.
Pendragon looked stylish in his dark tunic and hose. My made-to-measure burgundy gown dazzled in the summer light, and my bespoke headwear, laden with handmade flowers was to prove a major talking point.
We were so happy, no visible nerves at all. Queen Brighid the Bright delivered the vows for us to confirm, and a stunning personal address which we will remember always. Behind us our company of well-wishers, clapped and cheered at the giving of the ring, and the first kiss.
When the rain stops I shall venture out to our front porch to check that our winter pansy plants have survived the deluge.Autumn is pushing its rusty nose through the door, chilly winds have begun to blow across the Big Water, and smart cloaks and woolly tunics are beginning to replace the lacey weeds of summertime.
Time to rustle through your recipe sheets for your damson and blackcurrant recipes, my dear friends, to begin the baking of bread for warmer, more filling meals, and to watch the landscape turn from silver and golden glow to russet ,ochre and orange twill. It is the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, and we must all rise to the celebration of cooler climes.
May the last few days of summer sun be yours ,unhampered by the showers of this day. Long,windy scarves, and soft, knitted wrap-me-ups are only a whisker away.
From Amarantha, Mrs. Willow,the Rainbow Faery, matriarch and keeper of toadstool number 5. More from the toadstool tomorrow.
