AVE 1908 Faberge peacock automaton detail from a Faberge Egg. "By pressing the concealed button on the stomach of the peacock, it then struts, turns it head and pauses before exposing its magnificent plumage.
“I know a 'face' where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.” William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
Dream a little dream - Kimmer and Beck put on a dance recital at sunset one evening - this is me doing a violin solo at dusk. The Farm is such a magical place (I don't even own a violin, and never played one!