My brother and I have spent a most delightful time in the company of our female guardian. Sadly, our male guardian was detained overnight in good honest toil. On her return from her own duties, my lady guardian visited her relatives who live nearby. Once this was completed we were able to spend our time as we pleased. We therefore took the opportunity to review the orchard and sanctuary gardens, wandering hither and thither, a snip here, a tweak there. The new plants watered to ensure they bed in and a restorative cup of tea partaken on the garden seat to enjoy the evening spring sunshine. Clearly, our neighbour felt an opportunity for some essential guarden duties as, no sooner had we retired, than he commenced the mowing of his estate lawns. Such is the beauty of the longer evenings that I do declare he mowed until the clock struck nine o clock; granted it was quite dimpsy by then but, one rejoices in the lateness of the hour to be able to contemplate such activity outside at that hour. Quite quite delightful.
Our lady guardian partook of an early light supper before embarking on a thorough polishing of the wooden furniture. I do so enjoy the most delightful aroma of the beeswax polish that lingers in the sun warmed home and the lamps glowing in the polished furniture as night ensues. So quintessentially English, do you not think? A delightful evening was then spent enjoying the merits of a good book to the strains of Bach. Quite delightful.
On rising at half past the hour of five this morning, we have tripped through the orchard to admire the emerging blossom in the quiet of the morn, with only the sweet sound of the birds to accompany us. Such a joyous and restorative way to start the day, always accompanied by a cup of the finest English breakfast tea to awaken ones senses. Bliss, dear friends, such bliss.
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