One of my large camellia bushes has begun flowering and is this rather spectacular cerise colour. So, it’s been an unusual couple of weeks. It turns out that what I did in my Friday morning adventure of the last post is tore my calf muscle, the medial head on the gastrocnemius muscle to be precise.
So I am back from my solitary holiday. I drove off on Tuesday morning in the rain, with a miserable head cold I’d succumbed to over the weekend (I’d battled the sore throat for the last week of work, as there were things to do, then went to the consecration of a Bishop in Goulburn
One of the excellent things that has happened to Canberra since I have lived here is that Dr Andrew Cameron, an academic theologian of some brilliance, who used to give the Centre for Christian Living lectures when I lived in Sydney that were always stimulating, is now the Director of the St Mark’s Theological Centre
This is another little paragraph of The Man Who Was Thursday from GK Chesterton that I went back in search of: In that place they dined and slept, both very thoroughly. The beans and bacon, which these unaccountable people cooked well, the astonishing emergence of Burgundy from their cellars, crowned Syme’s sense of a new
And here’s some of my camellias, which seem to be enjoying their new home, especially for all the single women who might have wanted to be mothers. (More have flowered since, and they so exquisite. And I just created a gardening tag — look out folks.)