Oxford, England pulls David and I to the people, the gardens, the rain, and the pace like a magnet pulls all the iron shavings. We love this small island filled with different voices and different languages.
People come from all over the world to learn "proper English." Therefore, you hear all the mother tongues before you hear the broken English and then full sentences.
This morning the sun was blazing the new day, puffy clouds gather as the morning lengthens to midday. You stop for coffee and a crossiant after going to the market. You'll need your "hoodie" to take the chill off the bare arms. The clouds are still gathering until the sky is heavy with grayness. Still no rain! Just grayness!
You hear the magpies chattering at the squirrels as you drink tea in the afternoon. Looking up into the trees you wonder what the chatting is all about! Still no rain! Supper brings grayness and heavier clouds. Wondering what tomorrow brings rain or sunshine?
The gardens are green and blooming only because of the sun and the rain. We passed so many different kinds of beautiful plants on the way to the supermarket; bleeding hearts, begonias, geraniums, roses, butterfly bushes, huge pink and blue hydrangas that have grown for many years.
God is good and what a gift He has bestowed on us as we are drawn to the people, the gardens and the pace of English life.