Rainy days.......!

There is a roast cooking away in the oven, and the house smells divine. Sunday. Hallelujah, we have rain today! Just drizzling rain, but I live in hope that the water butts (yes, them again) will fill up, and more to the point, seeing that it is decidedly not tropical out there, I won't have to water the garden today. Instead, I can burrow under the fleece on the couch and play with wool. Sounds good to me.

I would do some sewing, or quilting, but that requires access to the sewing room. Not an option right now. So wool it is. The prayer shawl is finished and it is beautiful. I beaded a border, which I had crocheted and it worked. It took about 10+ attempts to get it right, but I am really pleased with the result. I will take photos. I promise. Maybe this week will be the download week. Where I pluck up the courage to download something. At the moment, the computer is faster than normal, because, apart from some bookmarks, there is absolutely nothing on it. I must say that I am already a fan of Google Chrome. IE pales into insignificance beside it.

I have been creaking a bit these last few days. Well, the last week or so actually. Really battling to walk with anything close to ease. Not great. But that has meant that I have been sitting and doing other stuff. There are always others in a worse position, though. Last night, I went to watch my young friend Julia's award winning movie at her parents' home. This was her dissertation project, as cinematographer, and it was absolutely stunning. Moving. Beautiful. It won a national award here in the UK. And one of my friends there to watch it too is waiting for a major back op or two, and is in agony. We compared painkillers, as one does.

Today is Pentecost, of course. Church this morning was wonderful, and I want to tell you about a couple of things our vicar said. One is that maybe we are not thirsty enough. Jesus said - come to me if you are thirsty.  Life is actually quite cushy, we are in control/can fix it ourselves/ have it sorted. We are not needy enough. Not thirsty enough.  And not happy to admit neediness, or thirst. Hmmm. Very true. That in itself throws up a great many thoughts.
And another thing - Jesus said streams of living water. He did not mention ponds, or pools or puddles, for that matter. Ponds can become stagnant. He said streams. Rivers. They move constantly, and flow through us and out of us into the community. If we keep the water in a pool, it loses everything.

Things to ponder on the couch this afternoon.

He said a great deal more too - about how the disciples did not retreat to a back room once the Holy Spirit descended, and have a committee meeting, or create sub-committees which met for a couple of years deferring decisions and creating rules. Sound familiar? It does to me. They barrelled out there and spread the word. Mission started that day.
Full steam ahead and full of fire. Isn't that the way it is supposed to be?

There was loads to think about.

On a more familiar and mundane subject - I dug up 4 pots of potatoes. I have dozens. I dug them up because they looked appalling and offended my gardener's eye. The reason they looked awful, I discovered,  is that they were ready to be eaten. That hot spell in March /April sort of accelerated things a bit. So the harvest has begun already! And I now have somewhere to plant the flowers and lettuce in the greenhouse too.

I just checked the roast. Lunch may be supper after all. Quite a way to go. Maybe a nap is in order.

Have a lovely Sunday!