Thought for the Week – 25.2.21

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On my office windowsill in Kinlochleven are two battered Denby stoneware jugs.

As a young person growing up they always sat at my Mum’s kitchen window.  Often overlooked, and sometimes rather dusty, they were just there as part of a collection of her more prized items.

A quick check online proved that they would never be precious antiques, only worth a few pounds at the most, and some people wouldn’t give them house room.  They were never really valuable to begin with, and even less so now as the years have gone by, for there is a missing lid, and some hairline cracks inside; however to me they are precious and have the right to a place in my life.

I use them, as my Mother did before me, to hold the first daffodils of spring: gathered in bud from the garden to bring a glorious vision of yellow and green in contrast to the lovely blue glaze.  Both jugs filled, indeed a sight to see.  And a vivid memory of a mother’s care.

Did you know that Narcissus flowers are linked with what Jesus said

‘Think about how the wild flowers grow, if God makes what grows in the fields so beautiful think what he will do for you.’

Jonquil narcissus tazetta, or bunch daffodils, bloom in Israel from November to January, and are used often to reflect on God’s providential care for his people.

Perhaps we could think of this when we see the spring flowers this year.