Some readers may remember that I’ve written about tending the church garden. It’s been one of my greatest pleasures, and also a big responsibility. For the last year especially, I’ve struggled to keep the garden as I would like it, because my family has needed so much more of my time.
However, God does work in mysterious ways. About a year ago, our church was fortunate enough to be able to begin building an extension. An entire section of the garden was sacrificed to the building, and other large areas have been made out-of-bounds by construction paraphenalia:
The long border behind these trailers has been so full of pipes and building detritus that I haven’t even bothered to look at it. But in fact these obstacles, as well as being necessary for the positive step of building the church extension, have also afforded me a bit of a get-out clause.
In the fall I appealed for some more helpers in the garden, and a few people have come forward, to my great relief. Our congregation is rather elderly and so there aren’t loads of people who are able to garden, but everyone does seem to really appreciate the garden. Well-meaning friends have told me, “Give up working in the church garden,” but as I wrote here, gardening at the church is a great solace to me. And goodness knows that with all we are contending with just now, I need to keep my feet on the ground and have regular therapeutic weeding sessions! (Also, if I didn’t do the church garden just now, the garden beds would probably have to be filled with ‘low-maintenance shrubs’ and that would break my heart.)
After a balmy month of March, April has been very cold. I’ve several times seen snow on the ground the first week of April in Aberdeen, but I don’t think I’ve seen it in mid-April before (though I once experienced snowflakes falling on me in May). This is what we woke up to on Sunday morning:
The sun soon melted the snow. Spring is definitely here now, and there’s excitement in the air.