What a lovely day

Been outside nearly all day, spent the afternoon gardening with my little helper. He inspired this last year:

GARDENER'S DELIGHT

I have a special little friend

To help me through my toil

Who watches at my elbow

As I dig and weed the soil

 

I would not be without him

His songs make light the task

For a better motivator

I think you could not ask

 

His jaunty disposition

And his bright black shiny eyes

Fill me with a joyfulness

I really can’t disguise

 

His gift of time is generous

Given freely through the day

But he’s always very grateful

For what e’er I pass his way

 

And now he's got to know me

To my whistle oft he’ll come

With his throat of warmest orange

Like a tiny living sun

 

And when my work is over

And my tools I pack away

He can eat the caterpillars

I’ve uncovered as his pay 

 

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So, as poignantly written by Rudyard Kipling between batches of Cherry Bakewells:

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

 

Finally,

In this Jubilee year though, I for one am not ashamed to reaffirm the following:

I swear by Almighty God that I will be faithful and bear true allegiance to Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth, her heirs and successors, according to law. So help me God.