Good morning, years ago I lived and worked in Camphill Beanachar in Aberdeen. At the garden gate was hanging a small picture with a verse, I would read it before entering the large walled garden through the cast iron gate. “ The kiss of the sun for pardon. The song of the birds for myrrh. One is nearer Gods heart in a garden. Than anywhere else on Earth. “ Have a wonderful Spring, greeting from sunny Ireland. Bastiaan.