Prostrate catoneaster in the front garden.
A blog exchange with Lea yesterday had me thinking about Sunday as a day of rest. When I was a child it was a day with lots of church, strictly no regular daily work and for children plenty of play. Dad would often rise from his Sunday nap to take us all on a drive, late in the day when the animals were moving to water.
So what do I do on my Sundays? I usually attend church and don't do any daily work. Instead I cook nice food and sit by the fire reading but maybe best of all go for a Sunday drive (photographing) and enjoy plenty of play (doing my week of blog posts).
Not that much different really!
Genesis 2:3 (New International Version)
And God blessed the seventh day and made it holy, because on it he rested from all the work of creating that he had done.