We’ve been enjoying the beauty of snowy days here – the way the brightness of the white covering lights up our garden and the churchyard. And the the brightness it brings to children happily chucking snowballs and perfecting their sliding techniques. Although it’s also quite good to now be seeing the back of it and the walking hazards and extra associated clutter in the hall. Off to the back door again with you wellies!
A friend took a lovely photo of the church when she popped round to visit the other day. And to accompany it, a shot of the back garden through a pane of the living room window. It’s carefully taken so you don’t see the poisonous-looking mould gathering around the paintwork. In my defence we have been waiting three winters for double glazing now, and I optimistically assume every year that there’s no point in dealing with the blackness as the windows are about to be replaced. *waves optimistically to any diocesan property staff reading this*
Church in the snow
Bit late to put the garden furniture away now I guess
The Vicar's Wife 
Oh you do encourage me – I thought I was the only person not organised enough to put the garden chairs away…
To encourage you – our diocesan chappie came to look at our crittal windows, and was unimpressed, until I took him upstairs and showed him the childrens’ bedrooms with mould dancing across the windows (imagine the discipline I’d used not to to clean them) At that point he said, ‘um, you’ve just gone to the top of the list…’ I’m pretty sure the look he gave me was one of sympathy, and not just astonishment at my lack of housewifely skills, I could be wrong…