The last day of May - already. What a lovely month May is - along with September it is my favourite month. And it will be September almost before I can catch my breath.
Every generation goes through the surprise of finding out just how short the years are - and coming to realise how short our lives are now.
I was thinking how long summers were in my childhood. They seemed to go on forever. And I can still remember the end of the Summer hols and the feeling of that first day back at school - to a new school year, and sometimes to a new school. What a blight school was. For me anyway. I wonder if it is really so different now.
We bought fresh balcony flowers this week, to add to the geraniums and thrift that are already thriving. We got a box of mimulus, which seems to love our sunny, salty, sea-blown balcony.
The lady at the garden centre said she was surprised to hear that it thrives under those conditions.
The Channel is a calm blue-grey this morning.
I was out with one of the young pioneers on Wednesday. It rained. I didn't visit Maggie as I am still not completely over this Lurg thingummy. Yesterday was the meeting, and I studied, cleaned out the fridge, and re-instated my walk, which completely exhausted me. This virus has left me feeling as if I have had a bout of flu.
We, the congregations worldwide, are in the middle of a close study of the four gospels. I wish everyone on earth would join us.
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