For all the lovely older ladies here*

Ladies are like fine wines
They just get better with age

We all look forward to the snowdrops
The harbinger of spring
In many shades of white
Offtimes tinged with green
Beautiful, oh so beautiful
Sweeping swathes of green tinged white
But they shrink into nothingness
Against the aconite
Aconite of deepest gold
Brighter than the sun
Aconite the first to show
Amid deep winters gloom
When the aconite first does show
Bluetits start to flit and sing
You see it's not the snowdrop
Who is the harbinger of spring

Country life is fine if you can find the time to go out in the early morning rain to feed the chickens
Traipsing round the yard is not so very hard but beware of dragging mud into the kitchen
On a freezing winters morn you can keep quite warm chopping logs to fuel the cooking fire
Be careful where you tread because that yard is full of dread and you might end up to your knees deep in the mire
Spring will soon be here and you can dig the soil through then watch the birds eat all the seeds you've sown
Summers here again, you take off your shirt to catch the sun then complain about your red and blistered skin
You reap what you have sown, wipe the sweat from off your brow and wonder why you chose to live like this
You sit down for a beer, ignore your nagging wife and throw another hard won log upon the fire
You know its going to start again when you go out in the rain once more to feed the chickens in the yard

You chose this way to live, you chose your nagging wife
**its you who chose the country way of life