Today is William Shakespeare’s birthday. Actually that’s not entirely true. We don’t know the date of his birth but this is the day we celebrate the birth of the Bard and also the day of his death.
One year I spent an entire day wandering the streets of Stratford-upon-Avon. It was Shakespeare’s birthday. In the afternoon I sat in the garden of his place of birth and reflected on the magic of life and the adventures it affords us. And I took the photograph below.
Here’s a short song from Henry VIII that I like: