I feel like water in a pot over the fire, boiling merrily along. Though in most cases this may sound like anger- it is not in this one for I am happy and greatly pleased. I am blessed with the friendship and love these days- something I thought would take far longer than 8 months to have.
Meetings and letters to handle business are all easily handled as the days pass now, not with distaste and hate as I seem to have turned a leaf and come out of my state of mourning. The afternoons present a time where I can find myself within the city, shopping or simply moving about the people. Every other day however I spend on my hands and knees, tending to my gardens. Each blossom grown brings a smile to my lips- and the raspberries this summer made delicious pies to be enjoyed by myself and Lis. She seems to also have a great love for the blueberries which grow abundantly. My evenings however are filled with personal time- spars to train with the Knights and conversations with friends. It usually always ends the same- saddened farewells and promises of meeting the next day even though it may be a week or better before such comes to pass. It is of no consequence though, I am happy once again and it is a wonderful feeling. Even if I may never marry again at least I’ll remember this happiness and pleasure.
One would think I should write on the Regency and the pending debates to come but that is nothing I wish to delve into.. Ariel has stepped up, and some ladies from last time returned to try one more.. The woman complimenter le Fictis of Tubor.. We’ll see.
