Hopeful

I've discovered the disadvantage of grow your own. Today, for dinner, we're having stuffed peppers, some green, some yellow, with baked Black Russian tomatoes & sauteed new potatoes. Both the latter are from the garden, grown by the Fox. I'd like to par-boil the potatoes but it is throwing it down. I don't really want to get soaked in the process. The Fox has lifted some but they remain in a pot, loose under a thin covering of soil. However, it isn't just raining, it's throwing it down. Great sheets have been coming down all morning so far. I'm hoping by the time I switch the computer off it will have eased. I don't really want to get that wet just for a few potatoes.

I did manage to get to church yesterday. The new vicar is certainly promising. She's really dynamic, determined that the other 6900 members of the parish not in church yesterday, should be attracted into it. She wants it to be a place of joy & fun. She clearly envisages a lot more social events & for people to get to talk to one another. She emphasised the importance of the greeters who hand out the service books. Their warm welcome makes such a difference to a stranger when they first come.

It also seems she's a bit of a Star Trek fan. We've all been given bookmarks as she encourages us to follow the motto of "to boldly go" on our journey of faith.

It looks as though our church is set to be revitalised. All looks hopeful.