Very excited! Easter would have been Purple Witch's fiftieth birthday. Last year was not the first time we celebrated our birthdays in Gettysburg. In fact, Blue Witch was born the last week, April 15th, we are each a week apart. I'm the first and oldest. Now that Mummy's gone; she was born on Halloween, I'm Supreme. Ron has booked me the Sweney room, the only room in the old house that I haven't stayed, at the Farnsworth House. Little Ron and the witches certainly will be coming along. There is a desk, and maybe the epic poem, The Apple Orchard, about Robert Townsend, George Washington's spy in New York, will be complete. It is running round my mind, and my research has led me way around TURN, which I love and have watched twice. The poem will be the outline for my next musical satire of the same name. There certainly will be a Robert Townsend doll. He was a Scorpio, and I don't know why I write from a man's point of view. I always seem to. Anyway, I will TTYL... Arthur is begging me. It is likely because Peter Rabbit came right up to us in the backyard. It was bizarre, and I thought, oh, my ghoul, Starve Acre. 🐰Why don't we have hares and hedgehogs in Pennsylvania? Release the hedgies!
