spring forward

The clocks go forward to British Summer Time and all of a sudden Spring comes hurtling,
pell-mell, into full view.

All the flowers have gone a bit doolally this week, bursting out all over the place:

We've had a week of unbroken sunshine. I'm a glass half-empty girl, convinced that all this sunshine now will use up our miserly quota for the year and there won't be any left for Summer.

Husband (glass half-full) says it's like tossing a coin - just because the first 99 times are heads, doesn't mean the 100th one will be. Sunshine now doesn't necessarily mean no sunshine for Summer. We'll see.

It's been warm enough to eat outside, almost unheard of in March.

my glorious friend Sue and I catching some rays yesterday lunchtime

I'd love to say this is my back garden, but it isn't:

my youngest, doing what boys do best

Thank you, my Lord, for a beautiful day.

spring, suspended

Well.

Just as I was getting used to brighter days and a little more colour, it turned foggy.

This is what I walked to work in:

It was a real pea-souper today, and spookily quiet. And the air was thick with water vapour.

A fellow pedestrian and I made each other jump when we both appeared out of the gloom - with no visibility and sounds all muffled, we simply didn't see the other one.

I thought I'd left Winter behind. I'm missing the bright colours of Spring. I've had enough of the grey.

spring will come again

All the cheerful Spring flowers are coming out and I've been stocking up on the '2 for 1' offers at the supermarket.

I love the primary colours and the waxy petals and the 'look at me!' quality of daffodils

At this time of year, I start to crave a little more light at the beginning and end of the day, and to see the sun reach a bit higher in the sky.

10 years ago, when our world went dark, we went to church on that strange Sunday between Christmas and New Year. One of our church family gave us a card with daffodils and tulips on the front, and inside she had written:

'Spring will come again'

The world does keep turning and darkness is always followed by light. I'm not sure I could see it or believe it that year. And I don't think I even wanted it to change, not then.

I didn't want the world to turn and move us all forward into Spring. I wanted time to go backwards, back to Advent, when I was happy and certain.

Spring will come again, as it does every year, and every year I am thankful for what Spring brings. I'm grateful for the brightness and the flowers bursting out everywhere. And, still, I wish things had been different.

following instructions

here's the tea cosy I knitted, with the help of my friend, and experienced knitter, Sue:

I arranged it just so to show the 'good' side. The 'less good' side, the first side I made, is facing away.

It has mistakes in it because I didn't follow the instructions, I thought that they must be wrong, they didn't make sense, I could work it out better.

Turns out, I followed MY rules and got into a pickle.

Sue unpicked and revised and offered sage advice: follow the instructions. They are there for a reason. They work.

We're moving through 1 Peter in church and on a Post-It note I have this:

Love one another deeply, from the heart 
(1 Peter 1:22, NIV)

Peter's instructions to a displaced people in a foreign land are there for a reason. They work.

I'm making a note to self to follow the instructions.

And I am very proud of my little tea cosy.

Sunday

The earth is the Lord's.and everything in it,

the world, and all who live in it

Psalm 24 v1, NIV

14 years ago today

my boy, my firstborn, came into the world in dramatic fashion at 02:22, and we became a family.

By the time this photo was taken (on our old, non-digital camera), when he was about 12 hours old, he'd already had his first scan to check his kidneys were working (they were fine). I remember praying so hard to our Father in heaven that he would be OK. Making deals with God: 'I promise I'll be good if you take care of my boy'.

And now, he's almost the same height as me, his voice has broken, and he's started shaving once in a while. He is welded to his iThing, texts like a dynamo and teases his little brother a lot.

How did that happen?

hands to work, hearts to God

Happy Valentine's Day