A lovely day

A lovely day, in every respect. 

I popped up to church for mid-week Communion this morning, which this week was led by our Vicar, who gave a really inspiring sermon. (Actually, I’ve never known him preach anything else!) I had coffee in the Atrium afterwards with an old friend who was at the service. She is now nearly blind, and her husband, an Alzheimer’s sufferer, has recently gone to live in a nursing home and is struggling to make sense of his surroundings. The sermon was very apt for her, and for Smithers and me.

This afternoon we had an unexpected visit from our young neighbour over the road, the one who, to my amazement, actually reads my blips! She wanted to know if I could do a small mending task for her. We all went out into the garden and sat in the sunshine drinking cups of tea provided by the inestimable Smithers. 

She and her husband are the polar opposites to Smithers and me, in that they are avid travellers and are never happier than when planning and looking forward to their next adventure! As we chatted she queried whether I had actually written yesterday’s poem, so I asked her how many poems she had read which include the name Smithers, which made her laugh!

I then pointed out to her the pink geraniums that are threading themselves through the back of the garden bench, and the lacy patterns on the lawn created by the sunlight filtering through the leaves of the oak tree where, as happened yesterday, a robin was again singing at the top of his voice. After she'd gone I grabbed this shot of a rhododendron bush at the foot of the oak tree which is giving the garden some of its only colour until the roses come out into bloom. 

As I said, it’s been a lovely day.