At last, a lovely sunny day, especially welcome after the rain of the weekend. Our thoughts were certainly with those affected by floods on Saturday, worryingly reminiscent of this time just last year, when so much damage was done.
Today, though, sunshine and primroses, and I found this wonderful anonymous poem in The Four Graces, a lovely book celebrating churches in Radnor:
Isn't it strange that princes and kings,
and clowns that caper in sawdust rings,
and ordinary folk like you and me
are builders for eternity?
And each is given a bag of tools;
an hour glass and a book of rules,
and each must build e'er his hour is flown
a stumbling block or a stepping stone.
