Early lanes...

On Friday,  a visit from two families over from Dublin. I live at the crossroads so they pass when they come up from the boat..

We are few here but hospitable; someone stopped to greet them too.

 Lovely  greeting them; the island shines for them. A lovely place, s refreshing. it really is.  seeing the island and ocean through their city eyes... we chatted at the gate then I directed them to the Church. There are cards and envelopes for prayer requests and later that day I found one in my mailbag.. May this be a long summer of friendship.

Early yesterday we set off for the Church for cleaning and flowers. Plenty of cut flowers here now; marguerites and tiny spray chrysanths and bright, glowing marigolds. 

 

  and off along the silent lanes soon after five am... Almost no birdsong now the mating and nesting is done.. And yes, followed  and accompanied as always!

Jacob held back; still finds the young ones intimidating, but he caught up. They wanted the shore but followed on the lane...

Exuberant, as I was cleaning and changing the flowers etc .A simple small Church . with a deep peace about it,  Coming to life with prayer.

Part way, the young ones broke away. Over the ditch, under the fence and onto a rise and hill.. Racing and chasing, leaping and darting, while we three, old cat, middle aged cat and very old catperson, watched in awe and delight.

And so,   home... 

And the day opening its heart to the sun and to blue sky... Handwork outside..