Taking down an overgrown hedge is no laughing matter--but we manage to laugh while doing it. I guess that is the sign of true happiness. My prince's name isn't Philip, but he is great at whipping our hedge in shape.
After getting sick and delaying the past post, it seems like I just wrote and these letters are jumbling up together. In fact, I considered only writing once, but I think it would be too long for even the most dedicated friend to read. So just think of this as a continuation of the last letter.
Where I determine that my house is also my home, my refuge and my retreat.