In my previous post I mentioned the Easter Vigil and the lighting of the new light. A mere, ahem, two and half months after I wrote that, here we are at Easter Day. There are sheep in the fields, daffodils blazing like Handel’s Hallelujah trumpets in the grass, and an embarrassment of chocolate eggs in our kitchen thanks to the generosity of Granny, our parish priest and the fairies (not the bunny) at the bottom of the garden.
I hope you have had a happy Easter; but it doesn’t stop at the end of the bank holiday. Indeed I hope your Easter continues to be blessed for, ooh, the next forty-nine days at least: Eastertide in the Church lasts for fifty days!
You might enjoy: On Easter, humility and…um…cake.
How lovely to have your post pop up in my in box, such a treat. I do hope that Easter was all that you wanted it to be. We, of little faith, have no such certainty but I do not envy you.
I shall be in Ayrshire in two weeks time and I am SO excited. In December, in Argyll, I discovered that the whisky distillers are now selling such delicious gins that I have had to set a budget! Happy Days.
Your vista of sheep and Daffodils is so pleasant, thank you.
Hello again, thanks very much for writing. I hope you have a great time in Ayrshire. There are any number of distilleries, big and tiny, now pouring out artisan gins as fast as they can bottle them. Happy days indeed for gin lovers – and yes, potentially rather dangerous! Cheers!
It’s a pleasure, thank you for commenting!
It is always good when you touch ground here again. and leave us with good thoughts.
Thank you, Erika. I’m sorry I’m not managing more at the moment.
Bless you for your kindness and understanding, Erika! I hope you are doing OK too – and thanks so much.