These boundary markers are on a number of roads around the city and record a change in the boundary divisions early in the last century. Impressive cast iron pillars that you can drive past over and over without noticing. Today I was walking (with Eliot) to get the car from the garage and suddenly noticed this boundary post outside some new houses.
I'd imagined that a picture of Eliot sitting elegantly beside it would be today's 365Project offering. But would he sit for me? No way! Every time the camera was pointed in his direction he turned away and simply would not pose for a photograph. The best I could do was to catch him straining at the leash...
Verses from Psalm 16 came to mind as I was thinking about boundaries and such like:5 The Lord is my chosen portion and my cup;
you hold my lot.
6 The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;
I have a goodly heritage.
7 I bless the Lord who gives me counsel;
in the night also my heart instructs me.
8 I keep the Lord always before me;
because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
Later this afternoon I did manage to get another picture or two of the camera-shy pup! Just a second or two earlier and I'd have taken a photograph of him rolling on the grass... this is the end of the roll as he prepares to sit up. Car in the background is the "offending vehicle" that has been in the garage and has cost me so much money today!
As part of the service and MOT check the garage have also cleaned it inside, underneath and outside... it hasn't look as good as this for a while! No junk, no dust and not very many dog hairs! No doubt Eliot and I will soon have it back to normal!
He didn't catch me taking this picture... as soon as the camera was spotted up he got and disappeared into the distance.
Part of the grass round the halls looks very brown today... cars have been parked on it every day this week so it hasn't had much light. Recovery will be quick and, if we have a shower or two over the weekend, then it will be back to normal by Monday.
The Cotoneaster picture is just because it is such a pretty blossom and grows around the church grounds. It is very small - less than a centimetre across each flower and this variety is a beautiful shade of pale pink/white.
So, thinking about all my blessings and enjoying the warmer dryer weather I'll get back to the sermon for Sunday!
We thank you, God our Father,
for all your loving care;
we thank you that you made the world
so very bright and fair.
We thank you for the sunshine,
and for the pleasant showers;
and we thank you, God our Father,
we thank you for the flowers.
And in the dusty city,
where busy crowds pass by;
and where the tall dark houses
stand up and hide the sky,
and where through lanes and alleys
no pleasant breezes blow,
dear God our Father, even there
you make the flowers grow.
Church Hymnal number 36 (Tune: Tyrol)
by Catherine MacSorley