contentI think Elanorelle and Uncle Sennie are about done with the dishes--I do wonder how that is progressing? No, not the dish washing! The little chat they were to have for which the dish doing is just a pretext. May there always be such handy pretexts, I say, for the rest of us to always get out of a bit of work. Heh! And Melba and Celly are now back from their walk about the yard.
It's gotten dark a bit early; I do think 'twas storm clouds I saw gathering after dinner. And I do believe those are rain drops I'm hearing on the roof. It's a cozy evening to be inside with my lovely hobbits, I suppose, and we just might be the envy of all poor benighted travelers wending their way beyond these cottage walls tonight. May they find safe passage and just such a cottage as this at the end of their weary paths.
