The sky is clear, no hint of rain, the morning tea, truly refreshing;
The invitations have all gone out, the first replies already arriving—
from the south of France, Ireland, and the Scottish Highlands.
Friends are gathering, coming together, enjoying this lovely house
and its gardens, drawing inspiration from my surroundings
A dream becoming reality for the lady of the manor.
Never forgetting where I came from, nor the grace bestowed upon me.
My mood right now, it's totally George Harrison: sun— sun—sun,
The perfect state of mind for creating something that will live forever.
Yes, this is the home I was meant for, and the children seem to be
Having a wonderful time, too. I cherish the gifts I have been given
As the lady of the manor.
Welcome guests from near and far—looking forward
to all the gifts you bring, the events and dates we share
My friends, your lady of the manor.
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But I will run with the sun…"little darling, here it comes, here it comes, the sun…sun…son."
Ron