Now Charles appears, the latest of the line,
Arising with the sun to claim his day.
No midwife needed for this noisy lad,
Impatient to arrive and print his tracks
Upon the fields of Life,
Untouched by parents’ fears who, faute de mieux,
Learn as they go, respecting nature’s hour
Which clearly waits for none.
But all is well and anguish cedes to joy
As James and Lucy birth their bonny boy.
Let blessings fall as plenteous as the rain
And love and hope their family sustain!
With love and congratulations 28.7.01
The cows are out,
They’re in the lane!
Old Mrs Jay
Stands in the rain,
Holding them back,
Away from the track
Which leads to the woods.
Pluff is there, too,
With a shoo, shoo, shoo,
To help Mummy guide
The cows inside.
Quick! Shut the gate,
Before it’s too late!
The last one’s in,
O joy, O glee!
Let’s go back home
For a cup of tea!
Let me seduce you with the flowers of thyme,
The scent of woodbine and of rosemary.
Above our heads the climbing roses meet
And, on the summer air, their lures combine.
If, by excess, our hungry senses sin,
Arouse sweet passion and excite the mind
So, let us sin by smell and, with each waft,
The very essence of the gods breathe in.
2001 – The roses were wonderful, especially Seagull and Albertine.