Yesterday seemed to be one of those slightly strange days, that effectively occur all the time now, when we are gripped with something of a sense of unreality.
We are not alone in watching the wild flower areas of Cathedral Gardens developing over recent days. Once they start to grow they seem to change every day, and they will be helped by today’s rain. They have a blue tinge at the moment, as borage is the primary flower, though the poppies and cornflowers are not far behind.
The recording of the Christmas CD was completed by the choir on Tuesday evening and we await its launch in the autumn. Christmas presents can be sorted very easily this year!
The Titanic Pall will be taken down today for the first time for some months for the funeral service of Bill Blair, who, though having been unable to be present for more than two years in St Anne’s, has nonetheless been ever-present in our prayers day by day.
The first sweet peas have been flowering this week in the deanery garden. I recall planting them when Helen went into hospital with the thought, well, we cannot move until at least the end of the summer now, and these will be an encouragement to her, and let’s not have an unnecessary year without a productive garden.
How one reacts to ‘wake up calls’ in the course of one’s life was partially dealt with theoretically by a line or two from St Paul that we read a couple of days ago as he wrote of suffering and endurance and character and hope (Romans 5: 1-8 was the epistle reading last Sunday).