The funeral of Pope Francis

.. I watched a bit of it before we had to go out.
It was something I didn’t want to miss.
I’ve seen two Popes in my lifetime.
Listening to the Mass being said in Latin, I realised that I still remembered all the responses from childhood when Masses were said in Latin!!...
Lots of memories and emotions were stirred watching the ceremony, but two important lessons…
Humility and love.. and faith does not have to be shouted.
Later on this afternoon I emptied the compost bin and was delighted to be able to spread buckets and buckets of good healthy compost around the garden.. it felt so good.
My knees are complaining now but let them… it was worth it!
What was also good was finding not one , but two trowels that had been lost !!.. buried in the compost!!