Not too cold, and not too hot, breath of cool air when we’ve had a lot of beating sun for days and days – gardens need rain for the flowers to blaze...
Craggy rocks along the crest, short pull up to walk the ridge, or clamber on each ‘dragon’ pile. In sweeps curtain of fine rain – mysterious now the...
[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] Have you a secret? Are you perturbed? Memories haunt, your spirit disturbed … Blessèd and happy, glorious relief, wonderful grace replacing the grief,