ceaning a pond

This last two days Isabel and I have been cleaning the pond in our garden - not previously done for many years. "Cleaning" was not an adequate word!  By now the pond was a solid twisted mass of strong grown and growing threads. Only after (fairly short) work in two days did we achieve a proper "pond". But it was fun doing it. (I suspect that proper people with proper garden don't do it this way.)         

Today I was, as often in the St Michaels Church in Southampton. I used to go regularly for church service but now I go to another church:.St Michaels. I am one of the people who, when there is no service, who keep an eye on passing people who look in for interest. Sitting here gives me the chance look at all the all the decoration around it. The most striking ones display two opposite pictures of the magical Michael. One is the mighty leader of all the spiritual universe. The other has entered down to help those the land below. He is pearling cautious peering into the world, wondering what he is to see, and to make well.