Decades ago I made some clever cogs comment that's in a way has come back to haunt me!
In the middle of the well manicured Vicarage lawn, overnight, a dandelion had the cheek to raise its golden head.
John, the vicar, spotted it as we came out of morning prayer! I, his curate, spoke up for the interloper! "The beauty! The wonder! God's Providence! " If truth be known it was just a glib comment.
John remembered the exchange I forgot! It took me years to hear and respond the Master's command to consider the flowers of the field.
Visiting my old friend I noticed that his garden, for all his fullness of years, is still well tended and well stocked
There's something here about what grows wild in Galilee and is cultivated in Surrey!