Winter's Day

What a delicious day to stay inside and cocoon with projects, hot drinks and family! The weather is turning frightful by the minute and I am so happy I have a supply of winter delights to bake and decorate. Merry Christmas season and a Blessed New Year!

Where have I been.....

I use to be so proficient and timely...I've been spending too much time in the garden!

A New Day...

Haven't been on post for several months, busy as usual! Thinking about writing again Jane! Do tell all!

A Midwinter thought...

It has been quite some time since I have written to you my dear friend. It comes as no surprise that I have been detained at Pemberley with Eliza. We have been busy decorating the new library wing dedicated to her late father Mr. Bennett. With some flair of equinimity, we have captured the essense of dear Mr. Bennett and she is very well pleased indeed.

I have witnessed the marriage of Colonel Darcy Fitzwilliams and his bride Sophia. She is quite a specimen of unfavored attributes and I must say, she is quite adept of speaking her mind, which by all accounts is very vexing.

I am going to lay up all my feelings for her as I cease to consider her as an aquaintance. Please forgive my informality as to speaking such, but I can not help myself nor surpress my opinions to you my dear.

My friend and I are now about to leave and go visit the creamery down the lane, and I don't want to keep her and her daughter Miranda.

Please give my regards to the eldest Mr. Roper!

My best,

Fall Arrives Again...

My life has vastly improved upon our last acquaintance. With the coming of fall I find myself working harder that even at the Bed and Breakfast that Imogene has established near Ambleside.

We daily attend to the needs of our guests, making sure that the bread is baked and the meals are prompt. We rise daily about 4 a.m. to allow enough time for the morning meal to be ready before the coach disembarks from the Bromley Post at 7 a.m. sharp!

I find that my dear daughter has taken a position with Mr. Johnson’s dry goods Shoppe, back home. Her husband, I might also add, is attending school at Oxford. He has great hopes of graduating University and becoming an MP. But, before that he wishes to become a clergyman on the Devonshire Estate in Sussex. He wants to have a relationship with the local folk and learn about the poverty and suffering before he tries to represent them.

My son on the other hand has a great business in the city of London. He still does his “roof thatching” as a side occupation, and is quite good, but his true gift is engineering. I am so proud of all three of them.

The weather is upon change. The leaves on the trees are falling and the cycle of life will again repeat itself for another year. How I wonder at the events that we take so commonly. These are but great miracles that only a great God can perform!

Please send my regards to the Mr. and Mrs. Bringham at the great house at Stokes, I miss them indeed.

You are ever so kind to keep me updated on the goings on in your village. Again, this should reach you by the week following next.

Blessings,