At the end of 2006, a near neighbour called June, died and it was her dying wish, so we were told, that she should be buried in her garden. Quite apart from all the legal hoops through which her successors had to jump to accede to her wish, the owners of adjacent properties had to be informed. Luckily, our property lies at a higher elevation than where June was to be buried, but the immediate downstream neighbours were, understandably, rather concerned as to what the effects could be. Those neighbours are Mr and Mrs Windeler, now both deceased, themselves. Nevertheless, I felt the event should be celebrated in verse: ~ June ~ The summer season looms with the bounty it will bring The plants with pretty berries will soon themselves festoon, But in the Wind’ler garden, they will always ask themselves Whether June is full of berries or the berries, full of June.