A last thought for the season from nodbear and me.

One of the Easter Sunday stories I love is that of Mary Magdalene in the garden at Gethsemane looking for Jesus and not realising He's the 'gardener' she thinks she's speaking to. I have no idea why she gets confused - does Jesus look different? Is she in too much of a tizzy? Is He playing a bit of a joke on her because he's so happy and full of life? - but I can absolutely see the scene. I imagine the garden as a place far more English than it no doubt was, but the wonderful vibrancy of this time of year reflects the joy of Easter, whether it falls early



or late



And, if I can sneak in another story of hope in adversity?