Percy, armed with more strawberries--one of the immortal truths of farming is that for every season that comes, strawberries, asparagus, lettuce, peach, you start out thinking oooh, this is nice, and then a few days in you never want to see another one again--and a few other things for members of the family--has forged onwards through the new ( Read more... )

He's doing an odds and ends hunt in the Mansion again--you never know what you're going to find, but a lot of it's very useful.

Studiously out to observe King Arthur's rosebushes, as they sometimes need watering, and possibly he picks a rose because it reminds him of Her.

A certain silly knight, having recovered from his sickness quite satisfactorily, is busily transplanting tomatoes into the garden. He looks bright and comfortable, is stripped to his waist in the hot sun.

Possibly he's humming. It's a good day.

It's strawberry season!

And that being so, Percy has dutifully left an enormous basket for Cywyllog at her place at the Mansion, and now he's bringing an equally enormous basket for the girl who does his laundry. As usual, there's dirt all over him from weeding between picking, and grass seed in his ruffled red hair.

Maybe it's just being outside all the time, and an unexpected late spring chill--though the weather's been awfully nice lately--or maybe even his healthy immune system can't be healthy all the time, you never know--but at any rate, Percy hasn't gotten out of bed yet, and for a young man who's usually up by five, that doesn't bode well ( Read more... )

It should be noted, if simply for formality's sake, that Percy feels that as he is Cywyllog's champion it's only right that she get part of his gardens' produce. As a result, all during this week she will receive, either in person or left at the door to her rooms in the Mansion, asparagus and beautiful early lettuces, and white flowers from the ( Read more... )

Percy is down at the asparagus bed, kneeling in the mud (it rained the night before), and cutting asparagus with a knife made, because he is handy, out of what was once an armour-part ( Read more... )

Percy is thoughtfully contemplating the walnut trees, which are flowering now white and beautiful. After a long while he climbs halfway up one, catches a bunch of the flowers, and then heads back to the house ( Read more... )

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