I am a Princess 

And this is my castle.

Why rush on?

Look over the gate. Frost in all the shadows. There are rabbits making free in the walled garden, a dainty red squirrel, the white lawn with its blackbird hopping. Some of last year’s apples still hang on in the orchard. February.  It’s nearly spring. 

A long time ago men made a long alley of trees.

We princesses walk there in its pleasant shelter in all weathers. 

The branches sometimes meet above our heads.

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knitter, mum, thinker
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