Who Else?

Another poem by Gideon Heugh:

GETHSEMANE

Of course 
she thought
he was the gardener,

because who else
would have
such green fingers,

who else
would have so much dirt
beneath their nails,

who else is so often found
kneeling before the flowers
than God?

(In case you don't know the reference, see here.)

Walked up the Land at last light and got some of our almond blossom just emerging, hard to choose just one... Struggling with this camera still, but no time at the moment to study it or its manual.

Gratefuls:
- made a list last night, and didn't do a single item on it, but lots of other things instead, which I wouldn't have done if I hadn't made the list... will have to get a grip tomorrow!
- Mike finishing one of the windows, and started on the other
- a lovely chat with our boy (wasn't on my list)