Our Healing Gardens's poet has produced one of his miniature gems, and this one of the sea, and directed towards the unusual book, Sailing to Purgatory, written by Paul Rodgers, and published this week.
The worst of winter seems to be behind us - hope's a wonderful thing - and there's magic in the air. Look up at night and it might be the international space station. But by day and it just might be absolute magic, magic known by our grandparents back to Stonehenge citizens, and even before.
Do you care for someone, possibly better than you care for yourself?
All the facts in this poem about Ella Harding, RFC (later RAF), and her work at the aerodrome and the gifts given to her, are sourced from her diaries at the Imperial War Museum. Other dates are historically accurate, too.
Now is the time to buy your Aguadulce broad bean seeds – big fat chaps that Jack would recognise; even though they do not grow as tall; just as well.