Page #12: "This Soaking Rain"
Dear Diary, the odour in here is quite unpleasant, the stableboys are out gallivanting again. I've had to seek shelter in the barn, you see, for it has started to rain again. That's the fifth time this morning and it's sure to keep through the day. At this rate the viola and petunia plants are going to suffer lack of sunlight and drown from the endless downpour.
I've asked Cicely from the growery to visit come the morrow, and lend me aid in the garden. I can not raise those beds on my own, certainly not in this rain. My poor suffering roots. Oh Nophica, mother of the land, grant me strength to keep this hair healthy as your sunflowers.
Merely two suns ago did I run aloe through my strands. Should the rain keep, the oils shall wash out. To collect more citrus, and make the mix with aloe vera shall steal hours of the day. My poor tender hands, it takes half the morning to comb my hair straight as it is, good Nophica, spare your daughter this soaking rain and shed light upon my flowers, I pray to thee.
Sunflower's Blossom (Tumblr link)