Who could not love this little fella......
....who has a penchant for bog rolls?
...or this little chap, who looks at us with sorrowful eyes?
Here they are again, tugging away. They've temporarily 'gone off' us and want to get at the sheep behind them.
And still speaking of love, who could not love living in a village with all this land, just round the corner? Ah, this is the life.........
LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY
The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle -
Why not I with thine?
See the mountain's kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdain'd its brother:
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea -
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?
Percy Bysshe Shelley 1792-1922