A happy birthday limerwish in lieu of online singing:
There once was a guy who gardened Whose heart was almost hardened Until along came a site That became a delight With joys embraced and mistakes pardoned.
Thanks, Gypsy. And a fine limerick it is, too! (And nary a mention of the Isle of Nantucket)
*hugs* back, kiddo.
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac