Up and up and up the butterfly went, until it reached the very tippy tops of the trees.

They welcomed me kindly—Mr. James Calloway with his firm handshake and steady eyes, and Miss Sarah Whitmore (soon to be Mrs. Calloway) with a smile warm enough to outshine the fading sun. We spoke in their modest sitting room where a kettle simmered and the shadows grew long across the floorboards.

A Field Note from Miss Sybil Whitlow, Spring 1858 Edition Dearest Friends— It is no small thing to begin again. And yet, here we are—gathered on the page, under the lace-shadowed porch light of something new. The Wisteria Almanack was never meant to shout. It was meant to sit quiet beside you as you shell peas or brush out your hair at twilight. A companion to the hush between stories, to the creak of old floorboards and the longing you can't quite name. We are stitched from

Though you hold this missive (or perhaps scroll it) in modern hands, I invite you to imagine, if only for a moment, that you are seated beside a low fire in a dim drawing room. A pot of tea steams on the sideboard. The scent of pressed violets lingers on the air. Outside, the wind murmurs something forgotten.

Lord Nigel Ashcombe, Duke of Wexley, and Miss Mary Smith shared with me the details of their upcoming nuptials...I offer their words below, as they shared them with me—modest, tender, and utterly sincere.

Charles was a master of his craft, known far and wide for his lush rose bushes and sprawling ivy. But there was one flower that had always eluded him—the delicate and elusive lady slipper orchid.

With the last reserves of his strength, Bramble zipped beneath the shelter of the Queen Anne’s lace just as the rain turned from a drizzle to a downpour.

March 1853 Kent, England "My lady, if I may interfere," her maid stepped forward from behind the desk where Lady Mary Fontaine sat writing in her dressing gown, her tea growing ever colder. "Yes, Agnes, what is it?" Lady Fontaine felt impatient with this whole morning process. Recently married, she was not accustomed to answering all of these notes and cards from well-wishing neighbors. Becoming Lady Fontaine had forced Mary into a world she had little known. She was the

Alina and Dr. Rigby's happy conclusion.

Alina and Dr. Rigby both make wishes. Will they come true?

Will Dr. Rigby be allowed to court Alina, or will Matthias ruin her chances? Find out in this week's installment.

Alina finds Dr. Nathaniel Rigby's kindness something she's longed for her whole life.

Three crows sat on the dusty fairway outside of our caravan....I felt my burgeoning middle and felt the sense of panic again.

He unfolded a waxed paper to see a dried & pressed bloom of Sweet William. “For gallantry while you're in battle & for my devotion to you."

The tinkling of crystal, polite laughter, and shrimp canapes surrounded Margot Finch as she sipped her sweet pink lemonade.

His mother was coming in with a large plate of gingerbread men. His mouth watered as the aroma of the warm spices filled the air.

Thick fog shifted and swirled between the walls of the large stone house. A weak sun was feebly attempting to shine through