Gardening
For the first time in my life I have got our garden exactly as we like it and it should be, and I hate gardening.
It reminds me of the old countryman leaning over his gate drawing on his pipe and admiring the garden around his cottage. As he did so the local Parson approached. "Hello Bill" says he, "what a beautiful garden you have, isn't God good to you?" "Oh, arrh" said Bill "but you should have seen the state of it when He had it to Himself".
And that reminds of St. Teresa, who observed that God had no hands or feet in this world but ours.
So turn a sod, grow a begonia, pull a weed and do God's work for yourself.
