Weather-wise, it’s been another warm and beautiful day. Managed to get Mum out in the garden, but after a minute or two she felt cold, so blankets and cushions were on call. There was a very slight breeze so, after another minute or two, she was wanting to head back indoors. It was too windy, bless her. Ah, well, we tried.
Anyway, John and I pottered outside trying to make silk purses out of sow’s ears with the materials we’ve got – quite successfully, I think. Not sure how the plants I’ve put into pots will fare though, as we are devoid of the standard stuff and they are sitting in GroBag, or roses, shrubs and bushes compost. We’ll see……. Mostly, it was a tug-of-war with many of the plants who were cohabiting the pots. Usually a self-seeded something in with a treasured purchase, and the self-seeded something was winning the battle. Fingers crossed that the treasured plants will smile again.
John was down in the ‘man-shed’ area, refurbishing the soffits. Me, being of a very helpful nature, suggested he might wear a mask as he pulled the rotten wood away. Him, being a good husband, acquiesced. All good and hunky dory. Except that, about an hour later, he suddenly realised he had lost both of his hearing aids. Whaaaat?? Talk about a needle in a haystack job!! Or, more precisely, two needles in haystack. We hardly knew where to start looking. There are trees, bushes and shrubs in that area; not to mention all the junk from the man-shed awaiting is rightful home; then there’s years and years of decayed leaves and brambles and deflated footballs……I could go on.
We set about the task with a fine-tooth comb, a pair of secateurs and a lot of swearing. I said a prayer to St Anthony. Miraculously, John looked down and found a hearing aid. Well, that’s good. At that point, John realised that, in removing his mask as he had a rest, it must have flung the hearing aids off. We scrambled through the jungle. No luck. I started cutting down the great pile of branches and brambles to sift through them and said to St Anthony, “I’m not looking in the right place, am I?” A swift ‘no’ came back and a second later, John picked up a pile of moss in which the other hearing aid was nestling nicely. Phew!!
And so, another week has passed and all of a sudden, it’s time to stand alongside our neighbours and applaud all those who are looking after us, which we did, loud and long this evening. Then, for me, being Maundy Thursday, a visit to virtual church and an uplift from Moira’s sermon before a period of quiet reflection and music from Taize.
Which brings me to the ever-grinding news that, as of yesterday, the Corona virus continues its expected trajectory with 4,344 people recorded as infected and 881 people died. And every single day, those good people whom we applauded this evening risk their health and lives to be there for us. It’s mind-boggling just now.
Blessings to St Anthony. He has never let me down.
He came with your recommendation, Dawn!!