March 14, Feast of Saint Matilda.
She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour:
"Winter is dead."
--A.A. Milne, "Daffodowndilly"
Hello, Wales! The daffodils are out in full force, and I am so, so happy to see them!
We had a fairly good flight, and the flat is cozy and much prettier than in pictures. The Lenten fast was somewhat compromised with the travels; and I forgot what delicious food there is here. (The stereotype of bland, mushy food crept back into my psyche while I was gone--shame!) But we are fortunate that the UK as a whole is a little more forward-thinking as far as dietary restrictions than my old hometown in the rural South.
We are settling in well. Afon has already had a look at the sea and wanted to get to it; but we held him off because he can't realize how bitter cold the water is. I can't say much for now because my husband's laptop is temperamental and deletes my text as I type--so frustrating. But we are getting an adapter for my computer this Sunday, so I will have plenty to say by then!
Thank you all for your prayers! x