Is Bartering Allowed in the Abbey?
I can’t stay sad long about the state of the world, not with the Lemurian Abbey beckoning with comradeship, creativity and food! I love the rounded ceilings of Ebony’s kitchen and oh my, the smells coming out of it are divine. I quite think I will just continue to wander about the garden as the expert is in the kitchen and my mouth is quite watering at the prospect of brisket with peppercorns and brown sugar! I think I will pick a big bouquet of daffodils perhaps I can trade them for some meat!
Love Tren
posted by Trendle Ellwood @ 10:48 AM
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Oh Trendle! I read this as, “Is Battering Allowed in the Abby?” “Battering?” thought I, “assault and? Who is Trendle mad at?” The Abbess did say my Alchemist’s Lair was the Gardner’s cottage, but I wasn’t really going after her with meat cleavers, no matter what Ebony Wilde says! Your daffodils are stunning and I would trade you some dross turned into gold, but really, who wants gold when they have daffodils?
I WANDERED lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
(William Wordsworth)
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