There hasn’t been rain for several weeks now, maybe three, quite a long time for us here in Scotland. I’ve been keeping the sprinkler out, partly because the girls like it and partly because it’s easier to remember to water the garden when you can see it and I’m not pulling the hose out every night. So the back garden looks good. The ground, the grass, however looks parched and is yellowing at the edges about half a metre in from the pavement and perhaps everything isn’t as green and lush and beautiful as it should be. Who waters the grass and fields? Who is the sprinkler of the trees and hedgerows? The bather of the birds and the feeder of life. Where is he just now?