Tales of a British expat, transplanted into the lush Tennessee countryside. Lover of old, time-worn, and antique. Tea-drinker, flower-grower, animal-nurturer.
I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers:
Of April, May, of June, and
July flowers.
I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes,
Of
bridegrooms, brides and of their bridal cakes.