An exchange of gifts

Jack is here!  He’s planning another post in which he will definitely be rude about me.  Probably about how fast I whizz around on my trundle truck when I go to the garden centre, how much running around he had to do and how hard he has been working since we got back and I’ve cracked the big whip to make sure my garden gets planted.  Oh, and maybe about the decorating he did yesterday and the furniture shifting he’s done as well but I’ll leave all that to him.

He gave me rather an usual present.   With poem attached.  I doubt if you can read the poem in the photograph so here you are.

Here is a very special gift

One you cannot see.

The reason it’s so special?

It’s a gift to you from me.

You never must undo it

Always leave the ribbon tied

You only have to touch the box

To feel the love inside.

Whenever you are lonely

Or feel a little blue

Hold this box next to your heart

To know I think of  you.

I gave Jack a present too.