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Dear Fellow Adventurers…. 

I feel it only fair and sporting to warn you.

Everything from this point on fits neatly into the category of Pure Nonsense. 

My baby whimsies live tucked away in the  Scribblers  Snug, my writerly eccentricities dwell in the cottage on Wordingly Lane, and my runaway rambles, my pointless but spectacularly fun deluges of the written word, these live here. 

It’s the Nuthouse, the circus, the playhouse tucked in the circle of birches…. And if I’m simply not to be found anywhere else, well… Come peek in the window ( ; Chances are I’ll be curled up cozily in the corner with a Jimmy-Book, scribbling to beat the band! 

Just—Because letters are my very favourite thing in the whole world to write, and I never can seem to stop once I get going. Each one of them is mentally addressed to someone, (in this case, that’d be y’all!) even just the rambling tidbit variety…. 

And because of allllllll this, particularly the nuthouse (about which I was not joking one bit) 

and circus parts…. I give you fair and ample notice, and you must henceforth proceed entirely at your own peril! People have been known to take off on flights of wild fancy after too long in here, and it’s simply days before they recover sufficiently to be practical again. 

Such are the risks you run, indeed….

But we’re not  A L W A Y S  crazy,  Smudge-pie and I…. Only on  Sara  Stanley days! If you catch me on an Emily day, or in an Anne, Rilla, Jane, or Valancy mood, I’m really quite  settled and of a practical bent….. 

Especially on the Jane ones! 

However, unless you pop all the way in, there is no true way of knowing which kind of a one is in progress, see, and you mustn’t  be afraid to run away if one strikes you as a wee bit sketchy to get involved in on days when you need to be practical! Any sensible person would, and as everyone knows, there is a shortage of sensible folks in the world ( ; But when you’re quite finished being such, and ready for a bit of a tumble into the ridiculous…. DO come play with us, won’t you???

In The Window

Of Cherry Cottages And Artistic Temperaments

Of Bobbins And Flights Of Fancy