*Tia*
May arrives with warmer weather than usual. I can’t bear the thought of cleaning rooms when I could enjoy the sun warming my face.
Kneeling, I inhale deeply, taking satisfaction in the fragrance of freshly turned earth. Except for a brief respite for lunch, I spend the day working on bringing the garden back to life.
The next time we have guests, I want to be able to invite them for tea on the terrace. So earlier this morning, once Killian left for the mines, I went into the village, visited with those who have gorgeous flowers blooming, and asked for some cuttings from their favorite plants. I’ve never been the beneficiary of such generosity from strangers, and I leave feeling as though I am accepted by the villagers, as though I truly belong here. Then when I returned to the c
