Forgive my delay in replying – rather, your last letter inspired or distracted me, whichever you will, and I have accidentally found my hands full of these.* So I have sent along a few blooms for you today, to do with as you please. I make no claims to be an artist of any sort (though I am friends with an artist or two, should you ever need suggestions for your shop), merely a craftsman, but the things you can fashion out of a little dead hazelwood are quite surprising, and almost meditative to make. (They probably ought to be painted, if they are to look more like flowers; but I quite forgot what my workshop was for yesterday, and ought not to dawdle any more on my outgoing broom orders.)

I am certain you have a bright future, in any case, and fully expect you to be spoilt for choice in all your endeavours – truly, I cannot imagine that anything is far out of your reach. Brooms are about the only thing I am certain of, when it comes to my own future – there are things I would like to happen, of course, things I might want, but one can never account for anyone’s feelings but one’s own – and in any case I’ve learnt it is better to temper my expectations, or else I am far too likely to fall into the bad habit of getting carried away.

Of course, I suppose you might argue brooms are good for that: for if I ever find myself too rooted where I am and bored of my own company, I can always set off on the next breeze and fly halfway around the world. As far as backup plans go, it’s really not a bad one.

I could well get carried away by the honeysuckle, though. I might grow some up along my garden fence.

---

The following 1 user Likes Elias Grimstone's post:1 user Likes Elias Grimstone's post
   Daffodil Grimstone