What IS a poor boy to do? He runs around in the garden, he feeds the birds, he reads, he loosens the knots, he listens.
And he buys books, like this, John Baker's 'Cottage by the Springs', Phoenix House, London, 1961.
A London bookseller and publisher, of far greater attainment than I, John Baker found his escape in Wiltshire, renovating a ruined cottage, and building around it a garden in wet ground.
I am listening to Townes van Zandt, the Texan country/folk music singer, born the same day as my mother...
...and I am collecting flowers, whether they may be from out of another time, or from here, where the winter is giving us spring already.
A certain doggy, of course, needs to recline after a cold day's exertion. "Zara," Faisal said, "tuck your paws under some Texan sound, and dream of springs springing up, and some flighty birds needing to be chased."
John Baker is here "recalling a country experience in which, under the wide arc of the sky, the time and the place and the man combined to create an idyll which may find an echo in many a townsman's heart." THIS townsman, and his doggy, with hearts we hope will keep expanding, hear a song of hope for all of the world, that for all of its residents, protection and renewal will be given.