Yesterday, the day of love, our thoughts turned our loyal, caring friend Zeus. He certainly was our Valentine. I am sure that I heard his whisper on the breeze. Vulcan and Isis are rubbing along; like young newly weds they are adjusting to their new relationship. They remind me of Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers, he is nimble and quick with a youthful air; she is blond and beautiful. They are slowly learning to honour the tenderness of the garden, following the paths instead of running amok amongst the flowers. Our richly feathered pheasants Bill and Ben provide plenty of entertainment as they try to set up home just out of the dogs' reach. I'm not sure how we are going to dissuade them from feasting on the succulent tulip shoots as they emerge from the soil.
