After her visit to the garden--after seeing Colin--Susan Sowerby knows perfectly well what needs to be done.

There's still the question of just how to go about it. She doesn't want to offend Archibald Craven, that might hurt her cause rather than help it, but she does want to impress on him how important she's sure this is ( Read more... )

There's been heavy rain in Yorkshire lately, and while the sun's out today, so are the weeds. Dickon comes in later than usual, ruddy and grinning, and finds the others already hard at work pulling the weeds up. Eyes still twinkling a bit, he joins them, setting to work with a will.

There's something that's been on Dickon's mind for a while, and it's after one of the "Magic" ceremonies that he decides to bring it up. It seems the best time; for all that Colin still has to lean on his arm while they make their way around the garden, it's moments like this when he seems most happy and hopeful--and, consequently, most likely to ( Read more... )

It's early in the morning, but not so very early for a boy who's usually up and out on the moors at first light ( Read more... )

Dickon doesn't like to keep secrets.

This isn't to say he won't, of course. Confide in him, trust him with a secret that harms no one, and he'll never breath a word of it to any soul without your permission ( Read more... )

It's warm enough these days for Dickon to work in the garden with his sleeves rolled up.

He's not working at the moment, however--unless you count sitting beneath a tree and playing his pipe while Captain sniffs about nearby as work.

Dickon is hard at work in the garden, Soot perched on his shoulder and Captain nosing about a few feet away.

'Hard at work in the garden' has been more or less his default state for several days now.

He's beginning to worry about what he's going to do when the garden runs out of work that needs doing.