Before they left, sometime later, George asked Steve how he would feel about completing his ministry rota – just for the remainder of the month.
“That will be no problem. George. I have already prepared prayers and hymns for Morning Prayer tomorrow and a sermon for a week tomorrow. The question is whether you still feel happy about me doing them?”
“Steve, I have no problems about that at all. It will certainly give us time to re-draw next month’s rota. Thank you.”
As they left, Beryl gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
CHASSE DIAGONAL TO CENTRE
Sunday 10th April Steve’s House
The Morning Service had gone well. Steve had led the worship and prayers, and one of the Readers had delivered the sermon. Sheila was preaching at one of the other churches within the Team.
Over lunch he had sent a text to Peter asking him to let him know the mobile number for Marjorie, his Mum. He also told him that he hoped he would be safe travelling to Wasdale Head.
Since their divorce, Marjorie had made it clear that, in her new relationship, she wanted as little to do with Steve as possible. He had no idea whether the number he had for Marjorie was even still current. Clearly there might be occasions, such as their continuing interest in Peter’s welfare, where contact could have been both justified and even necessary, but such an occasion never seemed to have materialised. As he replaced the telephone handset, Steve was not sure that his wish to apologise would be acceptable, much less welcome.
Peter was aware of the past situation and would probably want to know the reason for his dad’s wanting to get back in touch. He wouldn’t want to be part of any rekindling of past Ill-feelings. Letting Peter know what he intended was the reason Steve hadn’t tried the number that he still had for Marjorie. His son’s approval of his intent was important to Steve. It would also provide an opportunity for him to apologise to Peter.
Steve went into his garden to do some weeding while he waited. He kept his smartphone in his pocket but understood that Peter may not even check for messages until his return that evening. There were plenty weeds emerging after winter, but he prodded with only half his mind on the task. He didn’t even notice the buds on the clematis along his rear garden fence nor the wisteria buds along one of his side fences. His mind went over and over how he might phrase what he needed to say.
Ideally he’d welcome a chance to meet Marjorie face-to-face, with or without Julian there. He didn’t want Julian to think that he was trying to woo her back. He knew that it was too late for that. He simply wanted to let her know that he was sorry that his behaviour had caused her to feel hurt enough to leave him – that he realised now, how he had been guilty of neglect, of failing to love her how she had deserved. He was not trying to justify his behaviour – in retrospect he knew it had been unjustifiable. He simply felt that she deserved, at least, a proper apology together with his best wishes for her future with Julian. He did not want bitter memories to spoil her life.
He didn’t know how long it would take Peter to get back in touch with him and he realised that he wasn’t really being effective in the garden. He couldn’t do anything else, so he went inside to do some work in readiness for school the following day. Perhaps that would take his mind off his concerns.
Today, we see Steve in his garden, so pre-occupied that he fails to notice the April clematis and wisteria buds, so I’ve posted a couple of photos of those very types of buds..
These shots are from my archives. I took the photos using my Pentax KP 24 MP cropped sensor camera and a Sigma 70mm f/2.8 macro lens. The featured photo is, of course, of the wisteria buds.
EXIF data were: 1/50 secs @ f/8 and 70 mm. ISO was 100.