Easter Week is winding-down time and I’ve spent the afternoon dead-heading my hydrangeas. Well, two out of three of them. I didn’t get time to do the third because people kept passing the gate and stopping to talk to me – mostly people I know, but one stranger whose offer of help I politely declined.
Hard physical work out in the sunshine does the soul good, as the monks know well – though of course they are tough enough to do it in all weathers, unlike me. I work hard, but mostly with my brain not my hands.
My boss, the vicar, is taking next weekend off; the vicar’s post-Easter privilege. I shall be here, holding the fort, reading the banns and getting up early to take the 8 a.m. service.