Post by Tracy on Jun 23, 2017 18:53:01 GMT -5
Excerpt from the Redwall Abbey records.
THE SUMMER OF RENEWAL
This evening last we celebrated the Solstice with our Summer Nameday. This is my first entry of our newly christened Summer of Renewal. It seems all the seasons are running a little behind. I suppose nature and time must run along as it sees fit.The late winter gave way to a later Spring of the Delayed Daffodils. We all hope to say farewell to a rainy and dreary spring. Our crops and orchards only just came into their spring bloom in the last moon and everything feels like a proper spring now. How quickly we should turn our attention to summer!
Our spring crops suffered some this season, but we had the most lovely rhubarb yield that became the feature of our evening festivities. If I were able to go back and give our spring a happier name, I would bestow upon it the Spring of the Divine Rhubarb! At least we have given our summer a name fit for optimism and hopefulness. As I write this, I'm pressing one of those eponymous daffodils, lovely in their lateness, before they fade away in the heat of the summer.
Abbot Rommel suggested I plan a piece for the Dibbuns to perform before dinner. With Brother Clive's assistance, we put on a small musical number for the special day. I'm hesitant to describe it in much detail, given it turned into quite a spectacular disaster. Tizzy tripped over her dress, knocked over the little hog twins Ayla and Rowan and they brought the scaffolding and decorations all down on themselves. I was mortified, but Dibbuns have the good sense not to let such things spoil their fun. You'd think everything went just as expected by the five minutes they took bowing to their giggling audience. I've written out the script, as I'd initially intended, in my own diary. The best laid plans are laughed at by Dibbuns, however.
The highlight of the evening (other than the rhubarb, I will not be convinced otherwise) was our own captivating miss Maisie. The mousemaid has the loveliest singing voice you will ever hear. She wrote the song herself, a beautiful composition that paints the spring rains in perhaps a more forgiving light than we all had felt. If she'll allow me, I will recount the lyrics here another time. I must also ask her if I could press the corsage Sister Molly made her from simply stunning violets and white daisies.
A piece of exciting news is some Guosim shrews came to visit our great abbey just in time for the celebration! They claimed to have been surprised, but creatures from all over Mossflower have a way of happening upon Redwall for just these occasions. Who could fault them? What delightful company they are, though they certainly kept the excitement going much later into the night than you will usually find us. They are going to help some of our moles shore up some small defect on our southern wall, but otherwise I'm not sure how long they will stay. I've found the Guosim shrews can't stay away from the waterways for too long.
If you should be visiting I hope you stay as long as you like. You may need at least a proper season to really understand our wonderful home. Maybe you will come to see what I see in it and choose to make a life inside our walls. Whatever your reason to be here, our gates are always open.
Faithfully,
Priya Yewbrush, Recorder of Redwall Abbey
THE SUMMER OF RENEWAL
This evening last we celebrated the Solstice with our Summer Nameday. This is my first entry of our newly christened Summer of Renewal. It seems all the seasons are running a little behind. I suppose nature and time must run along as it sees fit.The late winter gave way to a later Spring of the Delayed Daffodils. We all hope to say farewell to a rainy and dreary spring. Our crops and orchards only just came into their spring bloom in the last moon and everything feels like a proper spring now. How quickly we should turn our attention to summer!
Our spring crops suffered some this season, but we had the most lovely rhubarb yield that became the feature of our evening festivities. If I were able to go back and give our spring a happier name, I would bestow upon it the Spring of the Divine Rhubarb! At least we have given our summer a name fit for optimism and hopefulness. As I write this, I'm pressing one of those eponymous daffodils, lovely in their lateness, before they fade away in the heat of the summer.
Abbot Rommel suggested I plan a piece for the Dibbuns to perform before dinner. With Brother Clive's assistance, we put on a small musical number for the special day. I'm hesitant to describe it in much detail, given it turned into quite a spectacular disaster. Tizzy tripped over her dress, knocked over the little hog twins Ayla and Rowan and they brought the scaffolding and decorations all down on themselves. I was mortified, but Dibbuns have the good sense not to let such things spoil their fun. You'd think everything went just as expected by the five minutes they took bowing to their giggling audience. I've written out the script, as I'd initially intended, in my own diary. The best laid plans are laughed at by Dibbuns, however.
The highlight of the evening (other than the rhubarb, I will not be convinced otherwise) was our own captivating miss Maisie. The mousemaid has the loveliest singing voice you will ever hear. She wrote the song herself, a beautiful composition that paints the spring rains in perhaps a more forgiving light than we all had felt. If she'll allow me, I will recount the lyrics here another time. I must also ask her if I could press the corsage Sister Molly made her from simply stunning violets and white daisies.
A piece of exciting news is some Guosim shrews came to visit our great abbey just in time for the celebration! They claimed to have been surprised, but creatures from all over Mossflower have a way of happening upon Redwall for just these occasions. Who could fault them? What delightful company they are, though they certainly kept the excitement going much later into the night than you will usually find us. They are going to help some of our moles shore up some small defect on our southern wall, but otherwise I'm not sure how long they will stay. I've found the Guosim shrews can't stay away from the waterways for too long.
If you should be visiting I hope you stay as long as you like. You may need at least a proper season to really understand our wonderful home. Maybe you will come to see what I see in it and choose to make a life inside our walls. Whatever your reason to be here, our gates are always open.
Faithfully,
Priya Yewbrush, Recorder of Redwall Abbey