Yesterday I alluded to the Tin Man. When I got to Doug and
Joey’s and looked out into the garden, I saw a house which looked just like
Dorothy’s when it landed in Oz. Minus the shrivelling legs of the Wicked Witch
of the East, and her ruby slippers. Then as we drove to pick up Flick from
playgroup, a rainbow arced across the sky.
Iconic. Such a classic movie and it always reminds me of
Mhairi, as we watched it together so many times when she was young that I could
probably audition for any of the parts without having to study the script.
‘This isn’t Kansas, Toto!’... Today at the ‘hillock it’s a
beautiful autumnal day, a sharpness in the breeze but a brilliance of hues in
the trees, and still a warmth in the sun in the conservatory. This isn’t Kansas
either ... and on days like this it resembles ‘somewhere over the rainbow’...
Sing to the Lord with thanksgiving...he covers the sky with
clouds; he supplies the earth with rain and makes grass grow on the hills.
Psalm 147.
Thank you, Lord.
