Rock Roses

Everything is so beautiful at the moment - went for a quick Lula walk, and came back with 50 photos, impossible to choose, but I need to make dinner, so sunlight through the rock roses on our Lane for main (Paul isn't here, gone down to the Cigano church, so I can put flowers!), and the view of Monsaraz on the hill in extra. Everywhere is covered in flowers - swathes of yellow or white or purple, or mixtures of all three, couldn't do it justice with a photo.

Lent verses were Psalm 106, a psalm of lament:
   We've sinned a lot, both we and our parents;
      We've fallen short, hurt a lot of people.
   After our parents left Egypt,
      they took your wonders for granted,
      forgot your great and wonderful love.
Sadly true, not only of the Israelites, but of me - I beg God for something, he answers, then so quickly I forget all about it...

Gratefuls:
- beauty, beauty everywhere, reminding me how good God is
- Mike has replaced the broken solar panel successfully
- Paul has prepared his sermon for Sunday (in Portuguese)

Oh, and thanks to all of you who made such lovely comments on my mono of the caped singers yesterday.