It is the middle of summer, and has been hot, and very dry, even for southern Vancouver Island where we live. The Hittys are all lazing around reading…Min with her fairy doll book is sitting in the Witch Hazel tree…
Mudlark was rescued from a muddy riverside in England. While eternally grateful for that, and for the new wooden body I carved her, she admitted that she was a little unhappy with the dress I found for her to wear. She thought the crochet was a little see-through, the dress too short, and the colour-scheme rather mud-coloured…