Thought for the Week: In our being
Rosemary Brown reflects on thankfulness and delight
It is February: wet, blustery, and bitterly cold. A time to gaze out at the garden from behind insulating glass doors, pitying the plants as they shiver in the wind.
But a day comes which is just a little brighter, and courage can be found to venture out, stoutly clad, and with thick gloves, to start the work. And how much there is to do! Drifts of fallen leaves are piled up on the unkempt grass, which is invading every border. There are weeds choking the early bulbs and shrubs straggling weakly out of shape.