The countryside in the last weeks of May and first week in June is glorious.

Everything is glowing in lush abundance. The Lavender and Lilac are out yellow and purple and the grass grows even brighter green. This far North in Lincolnshire the evenings are wonderfully long. At a quarter to ten, everything was still daylight and the sky had become a glorious mottled pink. Within the brightest pink I saw a plane Soaring above me, carving a golden furrow through the sky.

Today’s psalm is 118:

The lovers of your law have great peace.