A shut eye...

Sunday afternoon! Maybe John Grisham
wasn’t cutting the mustard!

Big Sis was here too. We were all reading and I admit to closing my eyes for a bit until the skies opened and the noise of rain on the conservatory roof shattered any peace.

There were about thirty of us at church this morning. An informal reflection on the past months and a look to the future. Online services will continue for some time which is great. Not everyone is ready to embrace “freedom”. Wise, I think.