December
The season of Advent brings a message of hope and consolation.
Now is the time to awake out of sleep, for the time of our deliverance is
nearer than when we first believed.
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January
Bare against the winter sky, our large Beech tree shows off its branches -
soon to be hidden by new growth.
To him who conquers I will grant to eat of the tree of life, which is in
the paradise of God.
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February
February brings out the snowdrops and the first signs of new growth.
Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow.
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March
By March, the Dafodils are out, heralding the celebration of Easter.
Christ our passover is sacrificed for us: therefore let us keep the
feast.
Christ is risen from the dead, and become the first fruits of them that
slept.
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April
In April, the grass is starting to grow again.
He covers the heavens with clouds, he prepares rain for the earth, he
makes grass grow upon the hills.
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May
The colour has now changed to blue, as a mass of Bluebells covers the shady
areas of the churchyard.
Come to me, all who labour and are heavey laden, and I will give you
rest.
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June
The grass which started to grow in April, is now getting quite long, and
selected areas are strimmed to provide a variety of wildlife habitats.
If God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and
tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O men of
little faith?
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July
A swarm of bees takes up residence, adding to the variety of insect life
amongst the gravestones.
How sweet are thy words to my taste, sweeter than honey to my mouth!
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August
The summer sun brings warmth and light to the area to the north of the
church.
For the Lord God is a sun and a shield; he bestows favour and honour.
No good thing does the Lord withold.
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September
Early morning dew shows up on the cobwebs as autumn approches.
From the womb of the morning, like dew your youth will come to you.
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October
As we celebrate our harvest, the churchyard produces a harvest of its own.
While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and
winter, day and night, shall not cease.
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November
By late autumn, the trees are bare again and the path that was lined with
dafodils in the spring is now covered with leaves.
The souls of the righteous are in the hand of God, and there no torment
shall touch them. In the eyes of the foolish, they seem to have died and their
departure accounted to be their hurt.
But they are at peace.
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