Good morning and Happy Easter.
Today I’m feeling philosophical.
As I write this letter the sun is shining, although there is still a freshness to the air. Yesterday, my husband and I spent some time gardening. The Easter message of rebirth was in evidence on our roses with numerous new shoots. It was also there in weeds that had proliferated in the beds. A pair of blackbirds are busy collecting nest making materials from our garden to set up home again in the tree at the bottom of the garden. A sign of new beginnings. They are regular visitors, as are the sparrows. Today I glimpsed a robin with a stalk in its beak. Could it be building a nest too?
Last night I watched Sir David Attenborough’s Secret Garden. The episode, about a normal suburban garden in Bristol, was fascinating and made me realise that I probably have no idea how many visitors come my garden. Yes, I see the blue tits eating bugs off my rambling rose, the blackbirds foraging in the bark underneath the fig tree, the bees collecting pollen from my roses and lavender, the queen wasp attempting to set up home in my garden shed again, not forgetting the ants, woodlice, beetles, slugs and snails weaving their networks on the ground, but there are the nocturnal visitors who I do not see.
And isn’t that the same as faith? There is the seen and the unseen. At this important time of year in the Christian calendar and in the coming of spring, let us celebrate all that is seen and unseen. The world is a beautiful place.
