In all affairs of the heart, the Bellwether likes to pride itself as an equal opportunist for those that wish to express themselves in the language of Love.
As such, this week's edition of the Bellwether is devoted to the Ladies.
Who will be brave enough to come forth in their adventure of looking for Love?
As such, this week's edition of the Bellwether is devoted to the Ladies.
Who will be brave enough to come forth in their adventure of looking for Love?
 | My Roots Run Deep... Don't hide your light under a bush. Are you someone I can grow closer to? If so, then long walks along the garden path and dancing in the moonlight are just the things that will bring out my glow of happiness. Meet me at the Entrance of the Sacred Grove at the next Full Moon to see if we are kindred souls. P.S. Must love cats and Giggle Juiceberry cookies. ~~Share with me the beauty of nature, Efem, Tree Mother of the Sacred Grove |
| Come Sweep Me Off My Feet... I am a homebody at heart and looking for someone to share the hearth with. We will spend magical evenings lounging by a spotless fireplace. Or if being well stuffed after one of my dinners in a well-scrubbed kitchen is more your idea of romance, I have been known to whip up something delightful in a moment's notice. A game of matching the last sock out of the wash is one of my all time favorite matchmaking games. Dust the negativity out of your life with me, Granny Flare, House Brownie |  |
 | Do You Believe... As a Dowager, I excel at ruling over a large table of guests, but nothing warms my heart more than a lovely intimate dinner for two. If good food prepared by the best Brownie cook with stimulating conversation and dragon flames glowing in the sconces on the castle walls; followed up by a tasty dessert is your type of wish for a Valentine evening then *RSVP below. (*RSVP - Reserve Seating with a Very special Person) In friendship, Griselda, the Dowager |
Valentines Day is coming and love is floating in the air - who else will cupids arrows strike? One of the few immune to this Valentines Day holiday is Sprout. He can't figure out what all the hallaboo is about with squirrely giggles and fluttering butterfly kisses. So where is he? Parsley still has not found that boy...
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