"But, Brethren, my own garden is but small, and in the middle of a bare hillside. It has borne no fruit fit to offer any of you. And also my heart is troubled about many things, and God has humbled me. I ask you, therefore, to bear with me for a time while I break through the bonds of custom in order to try to provide you with food. Should I fail in this, I shall make room for a better man. But for your bread today, I go gleaning openly in other men's fields..."
Excerpt from 'The Curate's Awakening' by George MacDonald 1876
With all my love, and apologies for recent silence.