Almond in Bloom

Well, after all the blood and guts of yesterday, today I offer you an almond tree, in all its pale pink purity. They are everywhere, and the fields are shining yellow.

Drove all the way back to Mora (well, M did), to preach my last sermon there - on the last chapter of Mark - which, imo, finishes at verse 8 - interesting to speculate why Mark finished on such an unsatisfactory note...

The almond tree was on a brisk walk this morning to clear my head with beauty after a very bad night, in common with my daughter in Sutton Coldfield, who was also meant to be preaching tonight, but was too ill to.