I speculated about this. I guess someone put it there in the hope that its owner might return, notice it and reclaim it. But what was in it? I wasn’t minded to look. It could have been blackberries, lunch, dogsh*t, baby essentials, soiled nappies, car keys, rose hips, anything really. “Fish, bananas, old pyjamas, mutton, beef and trout.”
In next Sunday’s Lectionary, Jesus is being tricky again, poking away at the inconsistencies of the religious establishment of the time.
Janet got a Personal Best time yesterday for one of our local walks. We were both quite chuffed.
God of love and life,
bring colour to our gloom, we pray.