Watching grass grow
I’m busy watching grass grow. No, I’m not bored – just puzzled as to how I’ve managed to get as much grass growing on my pebbled flower beds as on my new lawn. It’s a disaster! Shouldn’t the box have told me not to scatter seeds on a windy day? Or perhaps I should have known that.
I was contemplating this during our Jubilee Street party. It was a delight meeting all our new neighbours in this lovely little market town in North Yorkshire and being invited to join so many local events. However, it occurred me that perhaps I shouldn’t say ‘yes’ to everything. Perhaps I should plant myself around things to do with my faith, my writing, my books and my family. Things I can contribute to and need to give time to. After all, I want to make a difference – not be a disaster.