You get some great, amazingly fantastic news. What’s the first thing you do?

Great, amazingly fantastic news? I imagine I would cry.

And now, with the DP answered and a lovely empty page below, I will put Nature’s Friend a poem by one of my favourite peeps, W.H. Davies.

Say what you like,
All things love me!
I pick no flowers –
That wins the Bee.

The Summer’s Moths
Think my hand one –
To touch their wings –
With Wind and Sun.

The garden Mouse
Comes near to play;
Indeed, he turns
His eyes away.

The Wren knows well
I rob no nest;
When I look in.
She still will rest.

The hedge stops Cows,
Or they would come
After my voice
Right to my home.

The Horse can tell,
Straight from my lip.
My hand could not
Hold any whip.

Say what you like,
All things love me!
Horse, Cow, and Mouse,
Bird, Moth and Bee.


by William Henry Davies (1871 ~ 1940)