Norfolk Pilgrim

Its a privilege to walk to church across the meadows On the Way time to prepare my soul to preside at the eucharist - time to consider birds and flowers. The wild goose Celtic symbol for the Holy Spirit. The first of the  snowdrops - Candle Mass bells!  Mole hills remind me that a lot of stuff goes on under ground, so to speak. And an anti-dog poo notice reminds me that we can foul up whatever is good and beautiful when we don't think of others.

It starts here. The end of January beneath the trees A conites begin to show. Golden harbingers of what is to follow (and already snowdrops can be seen!) Daffodil  B ulbs spear up through the dead dark soil. C atkins hang from Hazel branches. I will greatly rejoice in the Lord,   •  my soul shall exult in my God; Who has clothed me with the garments of salvation,   • and has covered me with the cloak of integrity, As a bridegroom decks himself with a garland,   • and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels. For as the earth puts forth her blossom,   • and as seeds in the garden spring up, So shall God make righteousness and praise   • blossom before all the nations. Song of the  Bride.  Isaiah 61.