Happy Birthday Margo, I am celebrating it with a nice bottle of Gevrey Chambertin in the garden whilst the sun burns me to a crisp, here is a Birthday poem for you by Ted Kooser:-
Just past dawn, the sun stands
with its heavy red head
in a black stanchion of trees,
waiting for someone to come
with his bucket
for the foamy white light,
and then a long day in the pasture.
I too spend my days grazing,
feasting on every green moment
till darkness calls,
and with the others
I walk away into the night,
swinging the little tin bell
of my name.
) But I now see you are talking to Gautam about love ....
