Not referring to our back garden, though that might be an even more apt referent for the title — just, my miles this morning felt dully slow, tired, ineffectual. I did run, however, so full marks for that. It’s expected to be rainy tomorrow, and I’m going on retreat from Monday till Thursday evening. Coffee, shower, coffee and breakfast and a phone conversation with Fr Paul. This afternoon I expect to spend time editing the essay, perhaps walking to a grocer with Margaret; no sermon to prepare for tomorrow morning.