Even from the bridge, she looks as lovely as a picture!

Friends, friends! I had QUITE the wonderful day with Lady Jane Featherbottom yesterday afternoon.

The Lady surprised me on my morning walk, coming from the back fields with parasol in hand. In her pink cotton hoop-skirt, she looked the vision of beauty and grace as she devoured her morning handful of grubs and chicken scraps. Sigh.

After polite inquiry into the location of her guardian, Duke William Tendertoes, (he was bedridden with the most profound attack of The Gout) we seized on the lovely weather and delightful spirit of the day.

First came the picnic. Who knew a lady of such Upstanding breeding and refined sensibilities could whip up a picnic feast from only the leavings of the local park attendees? I was most impressed, also, when she fashioned a picnic spread from a spare pair of petticoats. Do let me say, a gentleman such as myself would have been REMISS for not attempting to sneak a peek of her creamy ankles during THAT encounter. Swoon!

After a nosh and some delicious gutterwine (a beverage I am growing quite Fond of, afterall), we took a lovely canoe ride around the lake. Discussing Chaucer has never been so erotic and gay!

As the dusky sun set, Lady Jane was called back to the roost by way of birdsong, and I was left with a rising urge to propose Marriage. Mark my words, friends, there has never been a lady more suited to raise at least 400 of my children.