Next month, Suite101.com is upgrading itself to take its rightful place in cyberspace as a premier international information portal. New management principles will be introduced during December to give focus to Suite's many professionally orientated writers who will be contributing authoratitive articles on a weekly rather than the hitherto monthly basis. Like all other Suite101 contributors I must now reapply for the position of Feature Writer, Topic Guide, or whatever management decides to call contributors, under a new contract.
Now 71, I have decided that this is an appropriate moment for me to hang up my travel shoes after 40 years of travelsleuthing for press, television and the internet. I am therefore retiring from Suite101.com to chronicle the changing seasons and unhurried village life of a country cottager and his dog in
You can join me as my cyber-neighbour and share those rural pleasures that delight the soul: the ever-changing seasons as the wheel of the year turns; the silent beauty of a moonlit night over a sleeping silver landscape; the screech of 'Old Hushwing', the midnight owl; the skylark's soaring song at heaven's gate; wheeling gulls over a deserted strand as the surf rolls in off the Atlantic.
For as you were when first your eye I eyed,
Such seems your beauty still. Many winters cold
Have from forests shook their summers' pride,
Seventy beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Seventy April perfumes in hot Junes burn'd,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green".
I shall also share the exquisite pleasures of my cottage garden in spring with you;
That come before the swallow dares and take
The winds of March with beauty."
A Winter's Tale. William shakespeare
In summer we shall watch
Sip nectar from the lily's blushing lips
While petunias pied, who partied all the day
Reluctantly close their eyes to sleep.
June Bride. Annie Johnson
And in midwinter,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
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