Day forty three

This is an early morning entry because I realised that yesterday's entry was a bit one-sided. People seem to think I like gardening. That is probably my fault! I have often told the story about when I transferred into the Methodist ministry and I was asked at one interview what I like to do in my spare time; on my day off; to relax. I said I like to read; they asked what I read; I said Theology; they told me that's not allowed! I had to invent a hobby; interest; pastime, that would have no connection with my ministry. I have never had any interests; hobbies; pastimes, but I did want to go to Art College when I was at school. My working class upbringing meant this wasn't allowed. So I decided that garden design would satisfy the Powers-That-Be in the Methodist church, and it would satisfy my artistic bent. So I started to design gardens in most manses that we lived in. I have designed 7 out of the 10 Methodist manse gardens I have lived in. The problem has been that once the garden was designed I lost interest in it. I am no more interested in garden maintenance than I am in church maintenance. I don't have the temperament for either. Designing and starting are my things.

So while I have no inspiration for preaching at the moment, I also have no inspiration for garden design.

I have plans for when I retire, knowing that I will not be moving again, but I don't know if I will get to retire, so that's a long-term plan.

It could just be the focus on the pain that is preventing my inspiration.

We will have to see!