I am beyond exhausted. Today has been a whirlwind of activity here, much more active than I ever would have expected. A team of seamstresses and tailors was here much of the day, preparing Maxwell and I for a full mourning wardrobe, which I expect to see at least the first half of delivered within the week. I understand why mourning clothes are so temporary, but I wonder why we do not keep one or two ensembles around for circumstances like this? I was forced to meet the seamstresses in blue.

But that is not the primary reason I write to you. I would like to invite you to my home sometime soon. Just for an informal tea, but nonetheless. If it were possible I would invite Jessamine as well, but that would involve a trip to Hogsmeade, and until my mourning attire is ready and complete, I will not be going anywhere but Mother's garden.

I suppose it's my garden, now.