Cardemom: A Great Rabbit

A dear artist friend has created a wonderful installation called Voices at Hand that has been taking her around the province for the last couple of years. It's a letter reading performance and she has been gathering letters as she goes, sorting them into categories, and sharing them on her blog. She's recently moved into Trent University for a short stay and has just posted about the Stewart family letters that she found in the Trent Archives. The Stewarts were one of the first Peterborough families.

She's posted two letter excerpts - the first about travelling in winter (9 miles in one day!) and the second is a juicy gossipy one from Ireland. It contains the line that inspired the title of this blog and the jumpy-belly, happy feeling I have this morning. It is, after all, the birthday of my two beautiful boys - they are 11(!).

Mary Anne Garnet is just going to be confined again for the forth time — She is a great rabbit She married just two years after you — She is a poor douny indolent looking thing — it tires one to look at her...

And here they are, the birthday boys. Then (with their extremely unhappy, I-can't-believe-they-brought-in-TWO-usurpers, three-year-old big sister)...