Friday 12 February
The sun was shining as I wrote yesterday’s blog. The lawn is looking a bit winter worn and leggy so I thought I would get the mower out. I report this because mowing, over the years, has become a ‘time out’ task when waking, walking dream/praying comes to the fore.
Before I sound too holy – today I mowed, barely clipping the tufts, but I mowed nevertheless, in springish sunshine and wintery snow flurries.
I questioned myself and my God and my sanity. I ask you mowing/praying in a snow storm.
Commitment or needing committing?