I was also fed coffee and chocolate biscuits. A very good morning out. Thanks, Mandy.
Monday, 22 May 2017
Saturday, 20 May 2017
Sabbath is a day to delight in the ordinary things of life.
It is a day to wonder.
This day there is time to delight in the crunch of an apple or the many flavours in home-made soup;
to savour the smell of baking bread or laundry fresh from the line;
to listen to birdsong or Bach: both have their beauty;
to follow clouds or watch a spider spin its web;
to take an extra-long shower and pamper myself.
This is a day spent alone and so has time to think about family and friends.
Whether time is spent sewing or gardening or just plain idling; it is time for happy thinking.
God enjoys my daydreams!
Sabbath is a day of delight.
I delight in God and God delights in me.
Wednesday, 3 May 2017
May! A lovely month and it's hardly started! What can I do with May?
The big event will be my holiday. I'm going to Poole to collect a friend and then we're going to have a few days in Cornwall. I shall then take her to a railway station and have a few days in my own before driving home. And while I'm in Poole I'm meeting someone whose blog I have been following for a long time!
Unfortunately Jack isn't well enough to help me in the garden this year. His knees are showing rather a lot of signs of wear and tear so any time now he should be having a knee replacement. op. I shall try an visit him but that will have to wait until after my holiday. I think I've got someone organised to blitz the garden and then I shall do as much as I can myself and gratefully accept any offers of help. It could be that I am in for an interesting year on that one!
The kitchen is due to be decorated this month and I'm looking forward to having everything in there completed.
I have a feeling that I shall be getting very bored with politicians telling us how wonderful they are. Local elections this week, general elections early next month. Oh dear.
And there will be days out at Normanby, lunches with friends, lazy afternoons on the garden swing.
Bring it on!
Sunday, 30 April 2017
Whatever it was it didn't get blogged about! So, just for the record, here are a few things which I did.
The big event of April was Auntie Hettie's 92nd birthday. In honour of that event I am doing something I have never done before - I'm posting a recent photo of myself with Hettie. Two peas from the same pod or what!!! Sadly, a few days before her birthday Hettie had a nasty accident so in this photo she is in a care home and since then she's had a stay in hospital but on Tuesday she is going back to her own home. Her bedroom has been newly decorated for her so it will be quite a celebration when she can get into it.
You've already met the three little pigs so no more about them.
I went to Mandy's and I made some cards. I think this one was my favourite.
I've started the round of farewells to the five churches I have been looking after for the past six years. Happily they have a new vicar coming in June. Truth to tell I am ready to take a rather more minor role but the farewells are still bitter sweet. I shall probably blog about that a bit more but not just yet.
Tuesday, 18 April 2017
I've been to Trefoil Guild today. Trefoil Guild is supposed to be Girlguiding for Grown ups but sometimes we're more like Brownies.
Today's activity was sugar paste flowers. Or at least it was supposed to be sugar craft flowers. Something like this. I think this was Karen's first attempt. It looked quite easy when she did it. The rest of us weren't QUITE so competent. Ann made this duck which I think looks as though it has aspirations to be a pop star.
I decided to make a pig. Then I decided to make the Three Little Pigs and a house which looks as though someone has already tried to huff and puff and blow it down. I don't think the Brownies would have me!
Sunday, 26 March 2017
There was once a princess who lived in a great palace. One morning she was walking in the palace gardens with her page boy. As they got near the lily pond, suddenly they saw in the grass in front of them a small green frog. Now the page boy didn’t like frogs: they looked slimy and wet, and you never knew which way they were going to jump. So he said: ‘Quick, let’s get a stick and kill it.’
But the princess, a wise young woman, stopped him. Instead she bent down and gently picked up the very surprised little frog. And to the page boy’s horror she… well, you know the rest of the story.
Frog number two. There was once a little frog called Jesus. Well, he wasn’t really a frog, but there were a lot of rich and powerful people who didn’t like him. They weren’t sure what to make of him – or which way he was going to jump next. So they did just what the page boy wanted to do: they killed him. But God, rather like the wise young princess in the story, did something amazing. He bent down and gently lifted up the little ‘frog person’ into new life.
Frog number three is actually lots of little frogs because if you think about it, not only was Jesus a sort of frog person, but he also had a lot of very froggy friends. Little people that the more powerful people wanted to bash, not with sticks – but with rules and regulations that made them feel worthless and rejected. This happened a lot to people who were ill; people who had got things wrong in their lives; and people who were poor.
But, unlike a lot of the powerful, religious people, Jesus didn’t send them away. Instead he befriended them and, no matter how frightened they were, he gently lifted them up and loved them back into life. He respected them and showed them love and friendship. Just like the princess – and just like God.
Frog number four is millions and billions of little frogs. These are ordinary people just like you and me. We’ve all got or we have had, mums. Many of us have children but even if we aren’t mothers we do a lot of caring for other people. Sometimes mums can be a little bit like the frogs in my story, they can be misunderstood, they want a kiss. Sadly there are also lots of children who are misunderstood and just want a kiss as well. Mothering Sunday reminds us all of the importance of a kiss and a hug and telling each other that everyone is loved
So what does Jesus the Frog Person want us to do about mums and children and indeed about everyone as everyone is someone’s son or daughter. Maybe on this Mothering Sunday he wants us to do what all good mothers would do – to treat others with love and understanding. And, when we do that, we make an amazing discovery. They don’t look like frogs any more. Instead, we discover they are gifted and sensitive people made in the image of God. Just like you and me.
Saturday, 25 March 2017
I don't like to mention it but it is exactly nine months to Christmas. Today is therefore Lady Day or more formally The Feast of the Annunciation of our Lord to the Blessed Virgin Mary. Until 1751 it was the first day of the year in England.
So, this is the day when we remember that day when Mary first learned she was to be mum to a very special baby. Tomorrow is the day when we remember all mothers everywhere and when each one of us gives thanks for our own mum.
For some of us it could be a bit of a non event. In my own case my Mother died many years ago and I have no children of my own. However, it is a day that I celebrate with great joy.
After my Father died my Mother planted a weeping cherry tree in his memory and when I came to live in Caistor I planted this one in memory of both my parents and my sister. This is the first year that I can remember that it has flowered for Mothering Sunday and it is giving me deep joy.
Tomorrow I shall take these flowers and distribute them to everyone in church because every one is some mother's son or daughter whether or not they will see their mums tomorrow. Each has been taught to love because they have been loved, usually by their mothers and most give loving care to others, just as their mothers cared for them.
And I shall pray for all those families bereaved this week by the terrible attack in London, all those families still worrying about seriously injured relatives, and all who have been traumatised.