Weesk

I'd heard a scurrying from behind my mannequin and plant pots all day but each time I looked there was nothing there. I had no idea what it was until, I saw this little one scampering towards the window.

I scooped him up, despite his protests that he would be in "oh, such terrible trouble" if he was delayed, and promised to take him out to the garden myself, if he would share his tale with me.

His name is Weesk, a fledgling watcher and gleaner, apprentice of The Woo and general curious soul.

He's severely punished should he miss a moment or a tiny detail, hence the red eyes, they've been open for weeks (even when he sleeps).

Weesk came to visit on an secret adventure of much importance! I begged him to tell me about it and he did, but shhh, don't tell The Woo!

Gertrude, the plot thickens...

Gertrude has been enjoying her time with the Fae of late, making crowns of ever abundant lilac buds and even helping in the harvest of woodlice for pickling. As each new day dawns she firmly plucks a nettle leaf and pops it into the teapot for their early morning brew.

                                           

The Fae in turn are ever so impressed with this sweet hearted maiden and have gifted her a painted mask with the most sparkling viridian eyes.

Why a mask? You'll have to wait and see...

There, there Gertrude.

After last weeks capers poor bewildered Gertrude was badly in need of a little TLC. While I gently teased and tweaked Gertrude's mane, Myrtle and Mathilda scuttled off among the undergrowth. Quite some time passed before they reappeared, it seems they had stumbled upon a long forgotten stash of pickled woodlouse, but in their hands was a beautiful stem of lilac buds.

Mathilda gently wove it into Gertrude's hair as if to make amends, "how sweet" I thought, until I caught dear Mathilda wantonly twisting a lock of hair around her fingers and chased her off. She just can't help herself!