Smell the roses?

Again in Ayr, I perused the green by the beach as I quickly wanted to explore but not get too wet. I began to make my way back to the town up a different street and I could smell roses coming from the gardens of this street.
I came to a garden full of roses well cared for and noticed an elderly lady stood by the window. I gestured and waved to her from the road a form of semaphore communicating that her garden smelled good and I thought this was great. I waved and left.
As I edged away I realised I had a card in my bag. It was made and printed by a friend from church with verses inside. She'd given me this as an example of her work but I wondered if I could use it to encourage someone sometime. Here was my opportunity. I wrote her a note to go with but really the card stood for itself. I knew she would like the front cover!

Another M takes back her freedom

On the train to Ayr I met a woman who noticed my lunch options and we stuck a long conversation about healthy eating, wellness, weightloss and intolerance. She too turned 30, mentioning a 30th party my mind was drawn to something I had read that morning. I shared it with her and suggested she took a crown brooch as a memory of what she is standing for. She understood what I was saying and although she took no stance in agreement she recognised what I was saying about the royalty that Jesus affords us.
I pray for full healing in her whole being.

frenetic cyclist feeds pigeons under Central Station

A few weeks ago I was getting myself into town for first time in a while, as I was nearing my destination the bus slowed at the Heilanman's Umbrella; the dampest of places rain or shine. It smells of chippy fat even when the chippy is shut.
A woman has dismounted her bicycle to scatter copious amounts of corn to 2-3 pigeons in the dankest spot in town. Her eyes dance around the streets as though afraid of arrest at any moment, it's as though she knows she is being watched but cannot locate her voyeur from atop a double-decker bus. It is almost as though she is angry with Glasgow's people and authority for not feeding it's most destitute residents and that she is dutifully doing a job someone else's job. with a sigh she remounted her cycle to continue her errands.