My Dearest Lovelies,
I have spent a most pleasant weekend in gentle pursuits, of which I wish to regale you and beg you to read on.
It is of a wonder, is it not, that two score years have passed since the beautiful production of “Pride and Prejudice” graced our Sunday evening viewing. To celebrate this milestone, this delightful series is currently enriching our screens on Sundays again, albeit through those channels for which we pay a price (and suffer the beseeching of those extolling the, oft while dubious, virtues of their wares) and is still as perfect for a second times’ viewing as it was for the first. Mr Darcy is still as handsome, haughty and beloved, and Lizzie the perfect heroine.
For my part, I have taken advantage of that most modern of technologies and several episodes were awaiting my attendant viewing. As Saturday’s inclement weather of dampness and cold did not abate, it seemed prudent to spend time indoors and whilst I indulged in the ocular panorama of Pemberley, Longborne and Rosings, and listened again to the ramblings of Mr Collins, the screechings of Mrs Bennett and the enthralling by-plays of Miss Austen’s wit and prose, I practiced my stitching and amassed a pile of pretty blocks.
(I do fear in having immersed myself in Miss Austen’s world of her most popular novel, transposed so cleverly to the small screen, that my way and form of writing herein has been affected. I trust it does not displease you unduly, and if it does, that you will forgive this momentary lapse in normal communications.)
Sunday dawned with cerulean skies spangled with occasional fluffy white clouds and the gentlest of breezes; the most perfect of days for extracting tools from the garden shed and attending upon over grown pots in the hopes of transforming them ready for Summer days ahead. Indeed, after several hours of hard toil and labour, you will see pots are renewed
lots of seedlings are planted, which in their green infant livery at this stage are unworthy of viewing, and most importantly, the orchid pot has been dissected, split and repotted giving four plants from what was once one dense and overgrown pot.
I do trust this missive finds you all well and in good health, and until we corresponded again,