With my roof and table repaired, life as planned could resume. A good thing too, I had finally received word from a contact in the Capital that one of my special orders had come in. I started the day early, the Capital was in the middle of a heat wave and I wanted my business …
It was a good thing it didn’t rain that night. The cauldron had done more damage than I’d thought on its way down, and Cernunnos found he had neither sufficient wood, nor time, to fix things before the sun went down. I waved him off with thanks and the promise of a good breakfast the …
I’d stocked up quite a bit on my last market trip. I’d even taken the portal to the Capital for a few odds and ends. I needed to stay put for a while. It could be a little while; it could be a long while. We were due a double rainbow and I don’t like …
I'm starting a new round of One Day at a Thyme and drew 'swamp' as the location for my cottage. Yes, I live in a swamp, don't knock it till you've tried it. My cottage is set on a comfortably-sized hillock/island in the middle of the Everwhere Swamp on the eastern edge of Wayfair, which …
My peaceful morning was interrupted by Ulfgar. He arrived with the two criminals in tow and a cart of slate, apparently they’d been rather more productive than expected in the slate quarry and were here a day earlier than planned to fix my roof. I think they may have been encouraged to get on with …
No sooner do I address the issue of my cardigan, then something else decides it needs mending. In this case, my roof. I don’t know who or what has been dancing on it, but the slate tiles are not looking the way they should. I have a few pointed questions for the bees. There’s no …
I spent the morning in the garden, my roses were overdue for a bit of a trim, and while weeds weren’t plentiful, it was always better to act early rather than late. Of course, with that kind of job, only half my time was spent outside. The other half was spent dealing with the ‘harvest’. …
The day dawned bright and cool and I gave myself the morning off. I had an appointment in the afternoon and decided any but the most pressing chores could wait until tomorrow. And there would be chores, not the least the annoyance of having used up almost my entire stock of rosemary and sandalwood candles …
After all the excitement I decided a quiet, at-home day was on the cards the next morning. Chloe had left me a message in the crystal ball. She’d gone up to the tower to visit Ulfgar and I supposed I should follow her up there later. Or not. I sipped my morning cup of tea …
I needed to deal with the ghost. She’d been in the spirit jar quite long enough and would hopefully be open to a little discussion on appropriate behaviour and how she found herself as a ghost in the first place. I took the jar into the back larder and laid it in a ward ring …
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