What a prophet of doom and gloom I'm becoming! Forgive me, in some parts of the world, this news could be good. We need water, life-giving refreshing water, what a gift that is, but we'd like a bit of dry weather in between. My mother used to say that we must thank God for each day's weather, even if we don't like it to be cold or wet. It is God's provision. That's wisdom. So we thank God for today, when the rain is washing the sky clean and bright, the grass is green and the flowers are blooming. There's another bonus to this rain - we haven't got to water the garden!
Around these parts, July is holiday month. The children are home from school and families are together more. The streets re-echo with the sound of children playing, the shops are crowded with excited youngsters buying brightly-coloured holiday wear, some even clutching buckets and spades! Obviously we are a nation of optimists.
Many children used to put up a tent in the garden when school broke up. You could do that then. It was a child's idea of living independently, being in a magic place where they were in charge and anything might happen. Those who did that - can you still taste the black sausages you cooked outside -- why do they taste so wonderful in the open air? Personally I don't like barbecues much, but they are the more up market version of the Scouts' supper around the bonfire, without the sing songs and the nightly rituals – Taps, the lowering of the flag as the
sun goes down, the putting out of the fire, and the inspection of tents of the
Scoutmaster or Chief Guide as the case may be.
Happy memories! If you have never
belonged to the Scouts or the Girl
Guides, even for a short time, you have missed a treat!
When we were at school we used to sing a holiday hymn before
we broke up. It went:
As we have taken our toil to thee, so we will take our rest.
Take thou and bless our holiday, O Causa nostrae
laetitiae! (Cause of our joy)
Magdalen Taylor would add:
Have a right down good time!
We
wish you that too. Enjoy your rest!