Although my little flock has chosen other shepherds and quitted my fold, some of them may have seen their error, and wish to return.

And ought I not to be there to receive them?
It is true, I am no longer a labourer in the vineyard, but my heart is there.

I should like to walk round and round the wall that encloses it, and climb up, and look into it, and talk to them that are at work there.

I might give some advice that would be valuable to them.

The blossoms require shelter, and the fruit requires heat, and the roots need covering in Winter.