Inklings // March 2026

Happy March! I'm going to try and hopefully prep the next couple of these a little in advance so hopefully April's can go up mid-month and May can be near the beginning of the month. That would be just marvelous. In the meantime, definitely feel free to post here right through April. 

The last month here has been one big round of excitement. Spring has well and truly sprung, and I'm so excited about the garden... including plans for a new cutting garden with more roses and dahlias. We also added four new pets, including Lila, a year old Great Pyrenees (she's so sweet and very much still a young dog). We got her as a companion for our other Pyrenees mix, Rex, and it's such fun to have two great big fluffy white dogs running round.

We also got three young cats. We've been keeping them in our shop building for a few weeks getting acclimated. Unfortunately, the gray fluffy female, initially named Cuddles, has been super shy and has totally gone into hiding and we've only been able to monitor her on the cat cam, so hoping she warms up soon. But the other two have been the friendliest purring kitties. The male, Oreo, is really very distinguished looking -- black and white, with the greenest eyes. We brought him outside today and he's been doing so well -- maintaining charge of the dogs, rolling round in the grass, napping, etc. Last, but definitely not least, Marmalade (the first one we initially picked out and who is super super sweet) is expecting kittens. So yes, I'll leave all that to your imagination. XD 

As I said, much excitement. ;D

I hope you're all having a lovely spring as well and, as always, feel free to join any time here until the next prompt goes up! 💜 

Rules:

1. At any time during the month, on your own blog post a scene from a book or film that matches the prompt, including a link back here in your post.

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March's prompt is:

A scene in a heavy rainstorm in book or film

It feels like we haven't had rain for weeks and then this evening it's been raining steadily. Such a good sound...

Also, in the little moments between things this month, I've been thinking a lot about Jane Austen. Themes of all sorts. 

Of course, as those two thoughts exploded together in my brain, I immediately started thinking of multiple Austen rain scenes -- romantic, emotional, heartbreaking, intense, even hilarious (though technically the certain Muddy Petticoat Scenario we're all thinking of takes place after the rainstorm... but that's ok, we're flexible around here and I'm totally happy with saying it could still fit ;)). 

All that said, I'm going to go with Willoughby rescuing Marianne in the '95 Sense and Sensibility.  

Definitely wanting to rewatch the entire film one of these days (which, of course, would make me want to rewatch the '08, and most likely it'd become an entire If You Give a Mouse a Cookie saga... xD).

Have you seen this adaptation?

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Inklings // February 2026

Happy Saturday! I hope you're all having a lovely weekend.

I'm getting so excited for spring here. :) Do you have any exciting plans for this upcoming season?

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February's prompt is:

A poignant moment between old friends in book or film

I've been thinking a lot about friendship of late... And then in a surprising coincidence -- at the eleventh hour, coming home from an outing this evening -- I was listening along in War and Peace and the following just leapt out at me. One of those wow moments where I just had to sit with it for a minute and feel the emotion.

I'm dropping you right into the action below, but I think you'll be able to catch the tenor and tone of what's happening. Let me know if the verbiage pops out at you too. 

From Tolstoy's War and Peace:

"The count came waddling in to see his wife with a rather guilty look as usual.

“Well, little countess? What a sauté of game au madère we are to have, my dear! I tasted it. The thousand rubles I paid for Tarás were not ill-spent. He is worth it!”

He sat down by his wife, his elbows on his knees and his hands ruffling his gray hair.

“What are your commands, little countess?”

“You see, my dear... What’s that mess?” she said, pointing to his waistcoat. “It’s the sauté, most likely,” she added with a smile. “Well, you see, Count, I want some money.”

Her face became sad.

“Oh, little countess!” ... and the count began bustling to get out his pocketbook.

“I want a great deal, Count! I want five hundred rubles,” and taking out her cambric handkerchief she began wiping her husband’s waistcoat.

“Yes, immediately, immediately! Hey, who’s there?” he called out in a tone only used by persons who are certain that those they call will rush to obey the summons. “Send Dmítri to me!”

Dmítri, a man of good family who had been brought up in the count’s house and now managed all his affairs, stepped softly into the room.

“This is what I want, my dear fellow,” said the count to the deferential young man who had entered. “Bring me...” he reflected a moment, “yes, bring me seven hundred rubles, yes! But mind, don’t bring me such tattered and dirty notes as last time, but nice clean ones for the countess.”

“Yes, Dmítri, clean ones, please,” said the countess, sighing deeply.

“When would you like them, your excellency?” asked Dmítri. “Allow me to inform you... But, don’t be uneasy,” he added, noticing that the count was beginning to breathe heavily and quickly which was always a sign of approaching anger. “I was forgetting... Do you wish it brought at once?”

“Yes, yes; just so! Bring it. Give it to the countess.”

“What a treasure that Dmítri is,” added the count with a smile when the young man had departed. “There is never any ‘impossible’ with him. That’s a thing I hate! Everything is possible.”

“Ah, money, Count, money! How much sorrow it causes in the world,” said the countess. “But I am in great need of this sum.”

“You, my little countess, are a notorious spendthrift,” said the count, and having kissed his wife’s hand he went back to his study.

When Anna Mikháylovna returned from Count Bezúkhov’s the money, all in clean notes, was lying ready under a handkerchief on the countess’ little table, and Anna Mikháylovna noticed that something was agitating her.

“Well, my dear?” asked the countess.

“Oh, what a terrible state he is in! One would not know him, he is so ill! I was only there a few moments and hardly said a word...”

“Annette, for heaven’s sake don’t refuse me,” the countess began, with a blush that looked very strange on her thin, dignified, elderly face, and she took the money from under the handkerchief.

Anna Mikháylovna instantly guessed her intention and stooped to be ready to embrace the countess at the appropriate moment.

“This is for Borís from me, for his outfit.”

Anna Mikháylovna was already embracing her and weeping. The countess wept too. They wept because they were friends, and because they were kindhearted, and because they—friends from childhood—had to think about such a base thing as money, and because their youth was over.... But those tears were pleasant to them both."

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Ahh, Russian novels... I tend to procrastinate starting them and then (with the ones I've read, anyway) they become a life milestone and event in their own right... Such a way with words! 

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Inklings // January 2026

Hope you all had a happy Saturday! I just finished potting up a bunch of tiny rose plants this evening. I'm trying a new feeding plan than I have in the past, so really hoping they'll like it and explode with growth come spring. :) 

As always, feel free to join any time here until the next prompt goes up! 💜 

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January's prompt is:

A scene with a horse in book or film

My daughter and I are still working through Laura Ingalls' The Long Winter and I'd forgotten the ending part of where Lady runs off with the antelope and Almanzo goes in search of her:

"He looked back to see the town and there was no town. The huddle of tall false fronts and the thin smoke blowing from their stovepipes had vanished. Under the whole sky there was nothing but the white land, the snow blowing, and the wind and the cold.

He was not afraid. He knew where the town was and as long as the sun was in the sky or the moon or stars he could not be lost. But he had a feeling colder than the wind. He felt that he was the only life on the cold earth under the cold sky; he and his horse alone in an enormous coldness.

'Hi-yup, Prince!' he said, but the wind carried away the sound in the ceaseless rush of its blowing. Then he was afraid of being afraid. He said to himself, 'There's nothing to be afraid of.' He thought, 'I won't turn back now. I'll turn back from the top of that next slope,' and he tightened the reins ever so little to hold the rhythm of Prince's galloping.

From the top of that slope he saw a low edge of cloud on the northwestern sky line. Then suddenly the whole great prairie seemed to be a trap that knew it had caught him. But he also saw Lady.

Far away and small, on a ridge of the rolling snow fields, the brown horse stood looking eastward. Almanzo tore off his glove and putting two fingers into his mouth he blew the piercing whistle used to call Lady across his father's pastures in Minnesota when she was a colt. But this prairie wind caught the shrill note at his lips and carried it soundlessly away. It carried away the long, whickering call from Prince's stretched throat. Lady still stood, looking away from them.

Then she turned to look southward and saw them. The wind brought her far, faint whinny. Her neck arched, her tail curved up, and she came galloping.

Almanzo waited until she topped a nearer rise and again her call came down the wind. He turned then and rode toward the town. The low cloud fell below the sky line as he rode, but again and again Lady appeared behind him." 

I'd forgotten how suspenseful it is! 

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