The weather this weekend looks rather unsettled. I am pencilled in for lawn duties. Part of me hopes for a downpour so I don't have to put myself through it but the other half (nice Lola) wants sunshine so she can cut the grass and go for a gentle 5 mile undulating walk in the woods to take pictures of bluebells. Pain and pleasure, good for the soul and the garden.
06 May, 2004
On Tuesday I caught a flash of the sun as it hit the buckle on a woman's handbag. It made me think, what were the odds of that ray of sunshine travelling millions of miles, taking millions of hours, that woman deciding to leave the washing up to go for a walk and for me to be waiting at traffic lights to witness the light bouncing off the metal on an ordinary looking handbag. It doesn't bare thinking about.
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