jeudi 19 août 2004

A stitch in time I'd just settled back with a long cool glass of "mélange infame" and a plan to pretend to read and doze while watching you with the hose, when there came that ear-splitting crack in the sky. Soon it was pouring. Honestly, love, you might have warned me. That was a smart move. Of course you've kept quiet. You weren't going to steal your own thunder now, were you? Now, do I give you advance warning news of what may come of the wild crane's bill still doing so nicely, thank you, by one of the ponds? In other people's gardens, they're tired by the end of June, but these flowers of ours obviously like the moisture. Or maybe it's something special in the soil... Nothing here is quite normal. Perhaps I shouldn't tell you, since their secret won't blossom until the last week of August. After all, so far this summer the Norns have made a vocation of ensuring our spells of vacation give you the best of reasons to be the far side of the fence. Hmm. Teasing fate has never been a safe practice. Did your ears burn on Sunday, my love? Wasn't me, you know. It was that Sam. Oh, it must have been what ... around half past three in the afternoon. Curiosity. Insatiable curiosity! As we left the Canteen, the Wildcat paused in the doorway, friends with Sam now, asked him, Had he met you? And what, then, did he make of you? Oh Wildcat! How many lives has she got left now? Instead, I'll tell you about Excalibur. I so nearly had to wake up Arthur to borrow the sword for a night. The king wouldn't have minded, I'm sure, but disturbing him would have upset the Glastonbury crowd quite dreadfully. No. I daren't even tell you about Excalibur until we've got a moment together outside the garden. Besides, I so much want to see you smile again. For real. 10:53:09 AM    your views? []

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