My blogging in the past has been, wherever possible, quite focused. Personal memories (Above the Bow Brook 2014-18,) historical church visits (Church Tramp 2014-17,) and, most importantly, food (Notes from the Rectory Kitchen 2016-19.) As I sit here, glass of sherry to hand, and copious scribbled notes on lined yellow pages, I think: This relaunched blog - a "combo" to use that ghastly American term - is quite disjointed. And I think, from now on, it will be delibrrately so. After all - isn't that the definition of s "Commonplace Column?" Time and readership will tell.
So, on this, the Second Sunday on my favourite season of Advent, I offer a few disconnected thoughts and observations.
In church this morning, during a sermon that really ought not to have been preached, I found myself counting the people who were not there. A residual hangover from my parish ministry when, usually during the first and second lessons, I would do just that.
A bottle of fine port wine was left on my doorstep. As one was this time last year and the one before that. A simple unsigned tag. "To Tm." A gratefully received mystery. Who on earth...?
I spend time this afternoon "retiring" those annual potted plants that were ready for the compost. I had four pots containing short, stubby hydrangea cuttings that I had diped in rooting compound. Surely it wouldn't work. But it did. All four were growing roots. Wherever I move next (let the reader understand) may have hydrangeas!
And this, dear reader, is what is meant by a commmonplace blog.And meanwhile the lamb shanks are nearly ready.
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