...prayers for peace.
If young men from Britain join an army and announce their allegiance to a state that seeks to attack us, surely the right thing to do is relieve them of their British citizenship?
And all sane people must pray for peace...
This past week, Auntie's main work has been mailing out prizes for a major ecumenical Christian project for schools.
This weekend: gathering apples and blackberries to make Bramble Jelly, and plums for Damson Cheese...and if you want to sample some of these, come to the Towards Advent Festival, Sat November 22nd, Westminster Cathedral Hall, any time from 10am.
On Saturday I took a cake in to the local Fire Brigade, to thank the firemen for rescuing me when I was stuck in the lift on Thursday.
On Sunday, after Mass a long and enjoyable lunch...a sense of reconnecting after the summer. On the way home, I saw with pleasure that the crab apple tree in the garden of an empty house along the route is, as always, laden with fruit. I went along to gather some...the house is odd and neglected, ancient faded grubby curtains at grimy windows, the garden tangled and overgrown. I didn't venture in - crab apples cover the ground outside the gate and fence, and I gathered a great boxful leaving masses still to lie beside the silent neglected property. Back at home, fresh gleaming jars await the golden apple jelly that will be fun to make and good to enjoy...
My diary is filling up with Autumn events, of which the first is the launch of the new School of the Annunciation at Buckfast Abbey...September, the month of harvest, is also always a month of new beginnings...
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