The children went to the local shop this morning and returned with water bombs. I said they could play with them in the park, but decided against having all the neighbourhood children trooping through the house today. I think they were planning a Battle of the Sexes, but I am having harmony in my house.

The watery theme continued with a phone call from a friend, in which she mentioned a friend who has rescued various livestock over the summer. She has been supplying us with delicious eggs: happy chickens always produce happy eggs! She also has some ducks, and was digging them a pond, which she was planning to line. However, a persistent piglet, a member of a family rescued from early slaughter because they were cross-bred, ripped the liner to shreds. This turned out to be a disguised blessing, as many of them are, as in the process of surveying the damage she discovered that the site she had chosen for the pond was fed by a natural spring. Between them, she and the pig had attuned to nature well enough to provide a pond that would fill itself, much to the delight of her ducks.

How wonderfully our needs are met, not always as we plan or expect, but the will of the universe is greater than ours and, if we relax and let it, it will give us a life of peace and love and joy.