Its a nice warm spring day, Im sitting here on the porch, watching my wife and my daughter in the greenish grass thats our lawn. Its so wonderful and sweet to see them both, how I missed you Kat when you were gone..and Alaya, our sweet daughter that is her mother's copy so far, sweet and kind, never fuzzed about anything apart from being fed of course, she seems happy with life, so do Kat and so do I as well. Everything is falling into place for us for every day that goes by.

(April 19th, 2015)

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Search for the singing spring badgers
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Oh, I wake in the morning and look out the window
To witness the sun rising up o'er the hills
So slowly it spreads all its rays on the gardens
Whilst bringing to life all the things that laid still

A land that was sleeping in Winter awakens
As gently the meadows around turn to green
The flowers unfurl their delicate petals
And trees become covered in garlands of leaves

Aye.... tis time ter throw open the window's and let the fresh breeze inter every crack and dark nook!

What a glorious day it's proving ter being, ah knew from sunrise that this were a day ter get things in order. Oh where some of the lads around Waymeet in fer a shock when they woke that morn!

Young Sandy, who keeps in the tent next ter me wagon was sent off ter fill the cauldron with water. They were going to be a fair amount o' washing ter do once the good dwarven lads had brought everything out into the sun fer me.