seasonal blissings

Autumn flooding through Ireland in waves. Gentle sunshine on the garden of my father. The leaves red and falling. Paddy Pup my sheepdog snuffling in the hedge. A grey squirrel scuttling along the telephone wires. Crows preening and proling on the roof of the old Chateau de Healy. Wood pigeons cooing. Peter and Katie racing each other up the avenue on their way home from school. Dick the shepherd blowing his horn. Greasy Jane keeling the pot. The ghost of William Shakespeare saying: "Ere Heelers, you can't write that. That's one of mine."