Light

It is almost – a matter of hours away – British Summer Time. If truth be told, the sun did come out quite a bit over the last couple of days, so that it got quite uncomfortably hot at times. At least, while sitting in the car, with the heating turned up, and a wearing a duffle coat and scarf. But at night the temperature still drops, rock-like. And there are still patches of snow in the garden, hidden in dank shady places which never feel the healing warmth of the sun. The whole of the front garden, for instance; which accounts for the amount of moss slowly taking control of the lawn.

But it is Easter tomorrow; in fact it is here already, it being late on Saturday evening. There is some chocolate over by the window, which I might have a nibble at in a moment, by way of celebration, as there are no Easter eggs in the house. At least none intended for me. And it does seem ungenerous to take a bite out of the children's eggs before they have had a chance to roll them down the nearest hill.

I seem to have spent much of the last few days in church. Perhaps not literally, but not far off. It is an interesting time of the year, church-wise: while things generally follow an unvarying routine for most of the year, for these three days over Easter everything pretty well goes out of the window, and unexpected rites and rituals appear to surprise and entertain you. Which only goes to show how potent change and novelty can sometimes be: they give you a useful jolt out of the rut you sometimes find yourself in, and put the routine of the rest of life into perspective.