Beady eyed

This chap was having a wander around our garden this morning, and stared at me for some time as I took several photos of him, almost as though he was posing for the camera. Fortunately he was in the sunny half of the garden; on the other side of the lawn the frost was still thick and the light was pretty poor. 

Today has been a day of contrasts. Mostly it’s been a mundane day, as I’ve continued with the deep-clean and clear out of my craft room, but there was a really inspiring and uplifting hour in the middle when we watched a live stream of the service of thanksgiving for our friend Mark from church, who died just before Christmas. 

Mark had worked all his life as a local estate agent, and he was rightly described by every person who spoke about him as ‘decent, kind and a real gentleman’. It was our vicar, Paul, though, who made the connection which really touched me. He started off by saying how Mark had always gone the extra mile in helping his clients find their next home, rather than just trying to sell them a house. Paul then referred to the reading of the 23rd Psalm, which Mark had requested, and talked about it describing our journey through life, with God always present with us, whatever life throws at us, leading us to our heavenly home – because, as Paul suggested, in that respect God is also a bit like a estate agent!