THE HIGH HEELED SHOE

Ann of Norway But the joy turned to sadness learning of your daffodils, what bad luck and maybe they weren't even able to be pollinated either as the insects and bees don't like the wet so much do they? Ah the little things that colour our lives in towns and in the woods, as you say, they are important to us, and those daffodils are what scents the path, and reflects the splash of sunshine that Spring innocently shines back at us. They will return although the wait is long. Its strange to think that many of the first daffodils, those in the past anyway, reached the markets of l London and the rest of Britain, so very early in Spring, were grown on the Scilly Isles between the protective walls of escalonia hedges so close to the roaring sea of the Atlantic, and yet they survived. Picked by the inhabitants of the islands, transported by donkeys and sent post haste by train, or whatever was the quickest, there to give the fog ridden dank smoke of London a fresh air boost to its Winter depression . You are so right Rosina, you know a thing or two about nature even if you don't wander so much as I in its charms.

Ann of Norway Your music is audible from here, how differently we all see from the norm, we crazy poetic individualisers of objects, themes and thoughts, what is of value has little to do with the world of money, more the close things that really touch us as human beings, no outward joy, but something, as you so aptly put, it strikes a chord, those harmonies and cadences creating the symphony of our sensation of being alive. Thank you again Lonnie with love from Ann.