There will be no blogs posted until May. Animals, health and home have to be sorted out and then back to slog the blog in the, hopefully, merrier month of May.
On May Morning
by John Milton
Now the bright morning Star, Day's harbinger,
Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her
The Flowery May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow Cowslip, and the pale Primrose.
Hail bounteous May that dost inspire
Mirth and youth, and warm desire,
Woods and Groves, are of thy dressing,
Hill and Dale, doth boast thy blessing.
Thus we salute thee with our early Song,
And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
In loving memory of Peter McLean who died recently after a long illness.
Karen: J'attends la prochaine Trabant pas une Aston Martin. Sagesse.
