Happy Birhday, Miss Vickory.

Greetings from the Hill.
48/55 Blue Skies NE10/30 o715/1730 40%H

A very cold day in paradise,
cats fed and kept inside,
plants watered, floors swept,
windows cleaned,
reading in the balcony sun.

An invitation from Mr. Bedgood
for a birthday visit.
My dear neighbor of thirtytwo years
is one hundred and one.

The home a work of art
the man created for the lady,
the real queen of Love Lane.
Bless you Douglas.

Warm and toasty,
elegant and comfortable,
a home not a house.

"She doesn't hear too well,
but reads perfectly," he smiles
as she reads her cards,
"One hundred and one,"
she beams to the oldman,
beside her.

"What do you think of that, Jack."
too stunned to reply.

Pleased to be
on this florida key.