Every time I wander through the churchyard, which is pretty much everyday, I am so much more amazed than ever. I stare at the stones of the church and marvel at how this building was built by people like the characters in my book!
In other news, daffodils. They're everywhere. And crocuses, too, they pop out all over the lawns on campus, in the park, on the side of the road, in the woods. No wonder Wordsworth wrote a poem about it. It's delightful!