"With still four wintry months ahead of us before spring returns in all its glory, I look forward to the season of romantic expectation and wild delight; a time when new love is reawakened and old love is fondly remembered and reaffirmed.
Oh, heavenly fields of springtime flowers that smell so sweet in meadows fresh, wave proudly in the still breeze of a summer's afternoon. And when the day is done and evening shadows return to rest across the ground to cloak your roots, let stand those spots where lovers laid their heads and bodies as they secretly kissed and caressed among the long grass of your green blades.
Disturb not the flattened grass of misspent youth and fervent passion, for it remains in springtime sanctification of those places on this earth where love did both blossom and flourish in sweet abandonment. Yesterday, this precise spot was little more than a charming field of flower and grasses, whereas today it rocked the cradle of creation, and tomorrow it may be of similar service in furthering the start of life.
In years to come, this precise spot will be revisited by family additions who were first conceived beneath the summer sky many years earlier in meadows now reborn. A young child will run through the fields in sheer wonder, clutching a parent's hand as brothers and sisters race on behind; all touching the floral sons and daughters of the field poppies and cowslips of earlier generations without ever knowing that this was not the first time they helped to flatten its blades of grass.
And so human life goes on and the wheel of nature inexorably turns full cycle, allowing man and woman to lie down in love and become one with the earth below and the Creator above." William Forde: November 28th, 2017.