On Christmas Eve we went to the midnight service – we wanted to go for a variety of reasons, probably. But I felt ready for the tingle and scent of some holiness – candlelight and mystery – and the warm retelling of the old story in a way that felt both familiar and remarkable and […]
From the window I see the cherry tree leaves quivering, as if they have read a stage direction ‘be afraid’ and they decide that shaking is the best way to show that. But only briefly – when the wind drops or changes direction they cease, still again in the cold, close afternoon.
A local gardening group recently made a song and dance in the local papers about getting a fair amount of money from a corporate body to create a wildflower meadow at our local Railway Station. £1600 to be precise. The aim is to increase biodiversity – all very good. They have done some good stuff – […]
I am not sure what I have here. I was shelving some books earlier today a took down a book I didn’t really know. It’s a book of poetry by W B Yeats – apparently borrowed from, and never returned to, the Scottish Women’s Hospitals – there is a a bookplate on the inside front cover. That […]
The idea was to cycle to 7 different coffee shops over 7 weekends. It sort of worked. It’s not that we don’t have so many coffee shops here but many of the decent ones are closed on Sundays. One one occasion I nearly had to go to Starbucks but came home instead, on a day […]
I came across the phrase ‘morticed metaphors’ in ‘The Greatest Prayer’ a book by Dominic Crossan about the Lord’s Prayer. Crossan is wonderful for the way he can breathe new life into subjects that we think we know all about. The phrase comes from a fragment of poetry by Gerard Manley Hopkins. it is just […]
This year I planted some Morning Glory seeds. In the last few days the plants have started to flower. Each flower only lasts a day. Every morning I can go into the conservatory to see whether there is a flower, knowing that if I miss a day, I may miss the only chance to see […]