Time Flutters On

Time flutters on, My DEAR Lady Ursula, and so do lace handkerchiefs that are at long last dry! Mine have been hard at work, sopping up the tears that brimmed, swelled and welled whenever I approached your sweet sweet sweet delicious heart candied verse and cake online. Truly, I could not even type for over a month for the dabbing of the hankie! I was so touched by the sentiment I HAD to let darling Ethan take the time off to practice his skills of seduction on another worthy lady, so rusty he was becoming with yours truly. I was so pleased to get your card I would have nothing to do with him! At all!

Now that the hankerchiefs have been laundered, starched, pressed and set aside, I am ready to take up my daily ramble into yet another tomorrow lined with the trees of another fledgling spring. And no mean spring either, for soon we will meet at the fair grounds of England.

But this dispatch of yours I will ever hold near to my heart, as a membrance of our sublime wiring.