I will not say the Day is done, nor bid the Stars farewell...

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In the Land of Perpetual Summer, we met an ent. He was a Scotch Pine ent, very tall with a somewhat dubious accent and a rather difficult name: Galadhith.  But he was friendly and full of information.( Read more... )

 

Blurg

Last week the sun shone and the flowers glowed among the spring grass, and it rained just enough to make the bluebells shine.

This week it is cold, wet and 'orrible.   I have yet to persuade the hounds to go outside today at all.  Brythen got up, peered out of the door and then went in a decided manner back to bed.  I think they may have decided to hibernate until the sun returns.