Isn't it a beautiful sunrise? Oh, yes. And I know it's not morning -- not now. And, in fact, this sunrise is not from today, but from yesterday. Palm Sunday. It was a beautiful, beautiful day, and I had absolutely no energy to work outside. I had a morning service, and then another "house church" service at 2 pm. After that, I was exhausted.
You can't really see the snow on my big boxwood tree, but right in front of it, you can see a dusting of white. Okay, I know we're not looking like Nebraska here, but still -- April really is the cruelest month. Today I could have done a little gardening, perhaps finished my labyrinth -- but nooooo -- it snowed all day long. All day. Of course, the ground was too warm to really accumulate much, but I sure am praying for the flowers. My yard is gorgeous; I must take more photographs. But I did just now go out and rescue a solitary tulip, and I hope she's not frozen. You can see a little more here:
It's my back porch with the magnolia and snowball viburnum both beginning to bloom. I hope it warms up quickly enough to save these beauties. I lost a lot of the magnolia 2 years ago in an April freeze, and hardly had any blooms at all last year, as she recovered from her trauma. I know many people are suffering from the weather, and I'm not. But if you have a prayer or two to spare, send some white light or whatever you do for my flowers, OK?
The labyrinth is nearly finished. I'm on the very last round. I think it may take two more loads of stone to finish, but that's about 2 hours' work. I can't wait! Did I mention that I'm hauling all the stone myself? I go to the spot where I found it, load up 12 canvas bags (everything from huge, beach-bag size, to grocery-size, to book-bag size), and carry them home in the trunk of my car. Then I unload and place them, and do it all over again. Gradually I will mulch the paths, but that can happen over time. I have walked it for the first time, and it was delicious. I also have a mega-case of chiggers, just to prove that I was working!
But now I have a tenderloin steak under the broiler, a potato in the microwave, and a gin and tonic with my name on it. It's Holy Week. Today was blessedly peaceful, but the marathon of services begins tomorrow. I love Holy Week. It's probably my very favorite time of the year. There are lots of services, lots of work to do over the next six days. But it's a great container for most of the mysteries of Christianity. I hope to be sharing some reflections with you over this week, so that maybe you can understand what it means to me.