The first of the hyacinths are beginning to open to wish us all a Happy New Year
|Hyacinth Miss Saigon|
|Pocket (quarter Bengal) thinks he'll be safer in a basket should the water rise.|
With the floating fields in mind here is a small extract from Dylan Thomas's A Winter's Tale in Deaths and Entrances.
In the far ago land the door of his death glided wide,
And the bird descended.
On a bread white hill over the cupped farm
And the lakes and floating fields and the river wended
Vales where he prayed to come to the last harm
And the home of prayers and fires, the tale ended.