|From the Rectory |
As I sit writing this, the sky is overcast and somewhat leaden, rain is in the air and it's none too warm: climate change and global warming held the promise of better things. It feels unseasonably autumnal; the lawn even has a covering of tiny spiders' webs. I was lucky and had my summer break in sunnier climes, but for many, and particularly those with children the inclement weather is a trial.
We talk unceasingly about the weather in this country; it dominates the conversation. Britain has always had changeable weather patterns; being an island race you'd think that we'd have grown accustomed to the vagaries of the weather. But it can't be as bad as we all think, vineyards are popping up all over Britain, one is even planned for the Scottish Borders. Insects and pests survive the winters now. The geraniums in the Rectory front garden were planted last year and over-wintered to flower again this year.
To give our spirits a lift when the weather isn't doing what we would like perhaps we should try to look on the bright side of life. Extra rainfall means that we don't have to water the garden, soft fruits have been particularly good this year, the lawn, or in the case of the rectory the 'weedery' has remained green. God has compensated us for the lack of warm summer sun. It's Harvest time and the land gives up its fruit, the wet weather has helped it to produce more that in previous years. Food prices are high here, but we do have enough to eat. In many parts of the world wet weather would be regarded as a gift from God, something to be celebrated. For many in the world the harvest will be poor or fail all together and life will be even harder. Let's thank God for giving us what we need, although it may not be what we want.
It's not very many years ago when drought visited this country. For just three weeks prayers were said in Church for rain. I can remember that happening when I lived in Maybush. Britain is a beautiful place to live and the seasons provide us with many changes, which, if taken away, we'd all miss. I for one love the time when the frosts come and the end of my nose feels cold. That famous Harvest hymn sums it all up very well. All good gifts around us are sent from heaven above; then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord, for all his love.
Yours for Christ's sake.