The days are getting sunnier, bluebells and daisies are popping up here and there between bunches of daffodils, and the used-book tables are once more being set up on Market Street. It was nice enough to go for a pastoral this afternoon—there was hardly any wind and the sea was calm and clear. A boy was playing the bagpipes and could be heard all the way out to the end of the pier and back to the office.

Quite unintentionally, I have had a vegetarian week. I discovered No-Cream Pasta Primavera and Asparagus Pasta in the process and am well-pleased. Also unintentionally, I keep calling the band ‘Florence and the Machine’ by the wrong name in my head; instead, they have become ‘Florence and the Nightingales’. Oh well. I am consoled by the ever-so-hilarious image of Victorian headbanging.

I am off tomorrow to go medieval romancing in Ireland for a conference. There will be fairies, ghosts, and maybe even a dragon.

2 thoughts on “Reverdie

  1. Megan says:

    Sounds lovely, and I wish I could hop over there now for a visit at this time of year. But your ending note of traipsing to Ireland makes me wish even more that I could be there with you. One day… Ireland and Wales, and Scotland again! (And again, please.)


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