Alhamdulillah, I've spent most of the evening outdoors tidying up the garden. I'm only here now as it's too dark to do anything. Gardening normally lifts my spirits - there's something calming about being 'alone' with your hands touching creation, feeling life. Alhamdulillah the gentle exercise has been refreshing and in line with my recent personal resolution to increase the amount of activity I do in my life. This isn't about weight; it's about health; it's about the blessings we have bestowed upon us: the use of our hands, legs, our back, our neck, our shoulders. We see amongst us nowadays those unable to maintain correct posture in prayer, unable to stand up without a slight stumble. I shouldn't be seeing this now...not even for another 30 years at least! Oh...I've digressed. Gardening. It was a sad few minutes as one by one I transported the flower and plant pots to the back. What were once my pretty pink mini roses were now dried out brown twigs, devoid of any signs of life. The hebe I've had for at least 4 years now a pompom of orange crunchy shrubbery. The floral arrangement gifted to me by a dear friend a couple of months ago now gone forever. Yes we are experiencing a severe water shortage in the southeast and there is a hosepipe ban - possibly a ban on car washes too - but I should have taken more care of my plants, I should have watered them just a little bit more. Instead I see their lives die before my eyes in the heat of the sun. I pray that we all take a little care to water our souls, not a little, but in abundance, so that we are saved from the heat of the fire, ameen. Ameen. Thumm ameen.