Hello & welcome to Garden with Robert Burns. Aye, it's Robbie burns' day today. I have always been privileged, or maybe it is he who is privileged, clarity has been disolved in the mists of time & our destinies have become intertwined.......where was I ? oh yes.....I have been privileged to share a birthday with our kilted friend ever since I was born & even before & on this special day of the year I like to reel off a few of the Caledonian Baird's verses but this year is a little different. For not only am I on the threshold of my 7th decade on this god sodden planet, spring has arrived early this winter (Thankyou Ameriky) & I'm in full gardening mode. So what better way to celebrate the end of the world as we know it than with a little gardening ditty by Robbie. THE GARD'NER WI' HIS PAIDLE. When rosy May comes in wi' flowers, To deck her gay, green, spreading bowers; Then busy, busy are his hours, The Gard'ner wi' his paidle. The chrystal waters gently fa'; The merry birds are lovers a'; The scented breezes round him blaw The Gard'ner wi' his paidle. When purple morning starts the hare To steal upon her early fare; Then thro' the dews he maun repair, The Gard'ner wi' his paidle. When day, expiring in the west, The curtain draws of Nature's rest; He flies to her arms he lo'es the best, The Gard'ner wi' his paidle. Happy Burns' night to all who celebrate it.