England is where I am at. Barry and Rosy have the most amazing house and garden. It is beautiful. So far from Okinawa.
That ‘s the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,
Lest you should think he never could recapture
The first fine careless rapture!
And though the fields look rough with hoary dew,
All will be gay when noontide wakes anew
The buttercups, the little children’s dower
—Far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower!
There is so much more. Congratulations to Rosy and Barry for creating such beauty.