I enjoyed my intensive French course this weekend. We were asked what our favourite season was. Interestingly, all the English people (and I) chose spring.
All the foreigners (from Columbia, Spain, Japan, South Africa) chose summer.
The English grumble as much about summer as about winter. Extremes don’t suit them.
Spring is a very English, very Anglican season if you like, not too hot, not too cold, nothing to grumble about!
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Walking by Ramla Bay, Gozo, Malta; Musing on the Eternal Abundance of God 
On Long Walks, Spirituality and Creativity. And Images of Lucca, Tuscany, Italy
Omnibus Review by Anita Mathias of Rushdie, Ishiguro, Lahiri, and Manil Suri
On a Double Portion of the Anointing, and a Secret History with the Lord
And Sarah Snorted. When our Faith Falters, But God’s Goodness Remains Constant
