|Meri Wells with me and cups and the feet of Peter Wakelin.|
Clive Hicks-Jenkins behind my little camera.
The barn ruins in the background...
|"We can't all be Mad Hatters" --Wizard Howl|
Till I can see so wide,
River and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside--
from Robert Louis Stevenson, "The Swing,"
from A Child's Garden of Verses
|Peter's feet again leading the way over a slope|
decked out in English bluebells and mango-colored
and orange Welsh poppies.
|A Meri-flock a-flying--|
|A rabbit friend, come to hide in the bracken|
and munch on bluebells and poppies