Showing posts from November, 2007

Calling All Horsemen and Women!

I am seeking members for Carntaigh's mounted regiment, the Caledon Carntaigh Curassiers. Please IM me or Lord Edward Pearse if you would like to join.

Mr. Macklin Deckard and Lord Edward Pearse
(photo M. Deckard)

Now Be Thankful

Now be thankful for...

The first snow of the season


"Don't cha wish your Duchess could bake like me?" ;-)

Apple Pie

Pecan Pie

Pumpkin Pie

Now Be Thankful

When the stone is grown too cold to kneel
In crystal waters I'll be bound
Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel

Now be thankful for good things below
Now be thankful to your maker
For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know

When the fire is grown too fierce to breathe
In burning embers I'll be bound
Fierce as fire, weary to the sounds upon the wheel

Now be thankful for good things below
Now be thankful to your maker
For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know

Today I give thanks for all of my blessings, which include my dear friends from Caledon.

~ The Nightingale

Songs for a Friend

The PresentThe Water is Wide
Traditional Irish

The water is wide, I cannot get oer
Neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row, my love and I

A ship there is and she sails the sea
She's loaded deep as deep can be
But not so deep as the love I'm in
I know not if I sink or swim

I leaned my back against an oak
Thinking it was a trusty tree
But first it bent and then it broke
So did my love prove false to me

I reached my finger into some soft bush
Thinking the fairest flower to find
I pricked my finger to the bone
And left the fairest flower behind

Oh love be handsome and love be kind
Gay as a jewel when first it is new
But love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like the morning dew

Must I go bound while you go free
Must I love a man who doesn't love me
Must I be born with so little art
As to love a man who'll break my heart

When cockle shells turn silver bells
Then will my love come back to me
When roses bloom in winter's gloom
Then will my love return t…

The Duchess Visits The Drinkwaters

"I awoke this morning with devout thanksgiving for my friends, the old and the new." ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

I could smell the ocean in the wind as the carriage turned from St. James's St on to Silver Pl. I looked up and out of the canopy into the clear blue sky. It was an unseasonably warm and sunny day for Brighton at this time of year, but I certainly was not complaining!

My carriage came to a halt in front of a townhouse, one in a massive bank of Regency style townhouses - all built in stunning white stone. Mr. Piedpiper, who was serving as my general servant and footman on the trip, assisted me from the carriage. I ascended the short flight of steps and rang the bell.

A thin gentleman of about sixty years of age, and wearing a fastidious black suit, opened the door. "Good day Your Grace." He spoke perfect English, but with a slight accent...hmmm...I tried to place it. "Welcome to Brighton - Madame Dowager Drinkwater and Mr. Drinkwater have been eagerly exp…

The Duchess Goes to Hollywood

A bientot, mes amis!

La Rossignol

The Last Few Weeks

I have not been in Caledon much over the last few weeks, due to my diplomatic missions abroad. However, here is a montage of photos from a selection of my recent experiences and events: