Morning Glory

First rose I've picked; coffee and croissants in the garden, and then a bunch of rhubarb held by my brother, which I roasted with ginger and orange for dessert - also in the garden. Summer is truly here (if only for a day). And if that were not proof enough, Zion got into his paddling pool in the noddy - extra photos.

Church was so good - singing truth with all my heart in a congregation of like-minded folk helps me believe it even when feelings are unruly. And now, another service to knock it into my thick skull for the week ahead...