Mmmmm Marmalade, the unmistakable smell of Seville oranges simmering in the oven is wafting around the garden this week. It is time for the greenhouse to be up, but a piano and a minibus put paid to that for this week at least. Ibuprofen and heat-rub are rushing off the shelves, along with everything else, the Co-op is closing. I wrote them a cross letter; they are still closing. The shoots are up and wanting to be outside, but there is nowhere for them to go, so they will just have to wait on the windowsill along with the seed potatoes awaiting their chits. We are told the Groundhog will see no shadow this year – an early spring warmth at last, the broad beans are wanting some of that, and it might force the purple sprouting into production. While the cold remains and the back aches, the marmalade is not going to last long in the jar – especially not the ones with a good dose of Penderyn!
So, finally we turn from the baby-fest to the provocative preacher. February marks the bizarre American festival of Groundhog day. Sadly Bill Murray and Andie MacDowell arn’t gracing our televisions this next week – shame. Underneath the rather barmy exterior it explores the relationship between head and heart. Arrogant and mediocre weatherman Phil Conners lives life in his head. However, as events in small-town Punxsutawney unfold, he is forced to confront his attitude. Eventually he begins to live life from his heart. Once he realises that February 2nd is never going to end he begins to see his life and the lives of those around him in a different light. If we begin to see with our heart rather than our head two things can happen. The first is that we might seem as if we are in love. The second thing is that our priorities change. As we move into Lent this month, we once again meet, in the image of Jesus, one who was always ruled by his heart and who was never stuck in one day!