Description | The season is one of flowers, butterflies and fresh air. He describes the climate and season. He has not begun to collect flowers to send, as he promised. He will send some by post, but they are likely to be poorly preserved. She will be puzzled by some, as there are strange varieties, and because he know nothing of botany, he cannot help with names. The local Indians cannot help either and he describes their lifestyle, supposed indolence, and the inefficiency of servants. He gives an example of sending a villager to find a particular kind of flower or a place where he could find birds, and the misunderstanding which resulted, which William thinks unconnected with his not speaking the right dialect. He continues by describing reactions on showing a photograph, and his servant's inability to pack tools correctly. He concludes by stating the letter will leave India on his birthday. |