A Lady Returns OR A Lady Departs

    

            It is with some Melancholy that I write today, as I can not help but think of my Impending Voyage and Imminent Arrival at my Ivory Tower. It is passing strange to me that I can be Leaving my Home, and yet Returning to Home at the same time. After four years of Education at the Tower, it is impossible for me to regard my School with anything less than Great Affection, and having a Room of My Own this term makes the prospect of returning so pleasant, and yes, Homey. Of course, my True Home will always be with my dear Family, at our dear little Sweet Autumn Manor in the country. There is nothing that can compare with the Closeness one feels for the place she Grew Up, for one learns (as no one else can, for a child is both small enough to see everything little, and grows large enough to see the top of things) every minute detail of every corner of the house, and the Proper Place for every Bobble or Knickknack. In the Country, this Knowledge of Place extends to the grounds as well- I could tell you the feel of the bark on every tree, the scent of every flower, and when and where they shall pop from the ground or unfurl from the branch. I know the smell of the earth and dry grass on the hill where I have spent many a day playing with my brothers as Pirates of the Great Grass Sea. I could Wax Poetic for many pages on my childhood, so I shall save it for a rainy day at school- a rainy day that may come soon in fact! The Specialists tell us that a Large and Terrible Storm is on its way, and is set to hit The City by the Sea on our first night at the Tower. A Storm is similar to a departure to an arrival- Thrilling and Fearsome all at once.



I am not yet quite Ready for the trip, but my bags stand in a corner of my room, mouths open like so many little birds, wanting fed. I have tossed them a few bright caterpillar scarves and socks but they are no where near full, and their cries echo in my head when drift to sleep. You see? The thought of leaving has turned me into one large Flight of Fancy! I am full of Regrets for all I Meant to do this summer that went unfinished, but I must now lay such Regrets behind be; I am set on making this Final Year (oh, how strange that sounds to me still) a time for Getting Things Done. I must look ahead now to my Next Adventure in life, and while still enjoying the final steps of my current path, I must Make Ready for Crossroads, and meet them head on, come what may!

It is with a Song in My Head, Pennies in my Pockets, and Fond Memories Tucked in my Heart that I leave you today Friends, for I have miles to go before I sleep.

~A Lady of Morewit

A Day at the Faire OR A Visit with the Miss Woodwises OR Brother's Madame

It is, I fear, old news that I relate today but as The News was so grand as it happened, I feel I must catch up before Forging Ahead into new. You see, the Grand Faire was in our small part of the country again and having gone last year to find the Amusements most Entertaining, I was set on taking the trip again with what Good Friends I could manage to persuade to accompany me. I met A Difficulty however in the form of the Young Woman whom Older Brother had brought back with him from The City. She was truly a Modern Woman, though I must admit I found the Town Fashions that she wore to be on the verge of Scandalous, and certainly unsuited to Country Life. Mademoiselle Vogue was kind enough in her own way, but I couldn't help but feel she didn't care much for our Homespun ways- she Perpetually Hung on Brother's arm as if she could not bear to be separated from him (which was Charming at first, but allowed little chance for conversation with either). When not with Brother she Flitted About like a small bird, poking into things and dancing about doing her Exercises unless she was frightened by a butterfly or some other small flying insect, in which case she would fly off to brother again. I do not wish to Speak Ill of anyone, so I will say only that I found her Sweet, if Vain, and Quite Intelligent, if not in the way she dressed. Pleasant enough- but I did not see in her the Sister  I would hope to find in either of my brothers' brides.

In either case, it was Brother's indecision that led to The Difficulties of getting to the fair, and in the end it was only the Dear Miss Woodwises who were properly invited, and who showed up for the evening. We did not Partake of any of the great mechanical rides that swirl and twirl those brave enough to try them as Lizzy is shy of such things, and we thought we might go on another day with more companions (though I am Sad to Say we did not manage to). However, we did have the Most Marvelous Time wandering about and gawking at all the Wonders and enjoying the Faire Foods that are such Terrible Messes and Guilty Pleasures all at once! We also amused ourselves looking at the little wares booths, which had Lovely Dresses and other Fine Vestments which we took our time pouring over, until dear Miss Indianna finally set herself on a dress, at which time the hour was such that we returned to our homes (Miss Woodwise kindly giving me a ride in her Motor Carriage).


I slept well that night Friends, for it had been a Marvelous Day!


~Lady Morewit