Perhaps three or four years ago it actually snowed at Easter. This year, Holy Week and Easter look like being blessed with beautiful weather.
After morning mass, I sat in the garden with Angela, reading, and watching the breeze swirl blossom.
A trip to the dumpit site and diy shop punctuated potato planting, preparation of the ground, and shifting a load of compost.
I can see the attraction of the Benedictine way.