Here is a picture of my beautiful Jillery. I’ll see her tomorrow finally. It reminds me of Westron Wind from my Brit. Lit. I survey years ago. In fact, it reminds me of it so much, I’m reprinting the poem for all of you here:

Western Wind

Westron wind, when will thou blow?
The small rain down can rain.
Christ, if my love were in my arms,
And I in my bed again.