IN GARDENS, IN THE EARLY HOURS, BLOSSOMS, LEAVES & STEMS HIDE-OUT IN THE BLACK HEDGEROW......IN THESE HEDGEROWS, BIRDS ARE SAVING THEIR TRILLS AND SONGS FOR MORNING......ON SUCH MORNINGS, LOVERS PULL-APART & REFLECT ON THEIR LONGEST MOMENTS TOGETHER......IN THIS MOMENT, A VERY LIGHT RAIN IS FALLING, I TURN THE RADIO ON & THERE IS NOT A BIRD TO BE HEARD......(Golden GOJI Hermitage...8th/MAY/2014)