Went to Holy Thursday and Good Friday services. They are so moving. I find I have suddenly become a more conservative Catholic and the embellishments that are sometimes added to the service annoy rather than uplift me. But, a wonderful way to spend an evening, regardless of petty annoyances.
On Friday, I didn't make it to Stations. It seems like something always happens. Sigh. But, I have the booklet now and I plan to do stations throughout the year. So all is not lost.
Saturday, shopped for hubby's birthday which is coming up next week. I took the long walk after much discourse about my foot with my hubby. When I am walking it doesn't hurt. The advice I have so far from the doctor is walk on it. If I rest it and it doesn't get better, what good is that? If I walk and it hurts, then maybe I will get me to the foot doctor. I don't think it is going to fall off. But it hurt on Sunday.
And I did the scariest thing of all, I got my hair cut again. This time was much better. No bald spot down the middle of the back of my head. And the stylist blended in the old bald spot so you almost can't tell it was bald once back there. Or so I tell myself.
Scenes from the long walk around my neighborhood yesterday--
See the willow tree on the walk. Looks like summer, doesn't it? I knew I lived in the SOUTH! It is very hard to believe that a week ago I was wearing a winter coat.
I think this is a flowering quince. (She uses this as a transitional device.) I went to Quincy today for Easter. My brother cooked the dinner. My son joined us for Mass and went with us on our trip north to celebrate. My mom and my sister and her husband were there as well as my brother the chef (?) and his daughter Hannah, my Goddaughter. Ned's wife and mother in law went to Rome for Easter week, and they aren't Catholic (or even Christian). I pray that the Holy Spirit touched their hearts in Rome for Holy Week. And what could be wrong with an Easter dinner where all I had to bring were the rolls? A good time was had by all. (And my brother took Hannah to church this morning.)
The redbud began to bloom on Good Friday. Since it is called the Judas tree and the legend is that Judas hanged himself from a redbud, I thought it was fitting that it bloomed on Good Friday.
And on the long walk, look what else I saw. I bet Dandelionmom has her own by now though. I saw fields of these babies. And soon they will make their own babies and I can sing the Circle of Life, or not.
I am naming the rabbit in the header Tulip since she seems to have eaten almost all of the ones I planted and the ones that were there in previous years. I have decided that I will have to look at her and imagine that she is as beautiful as the flowers would have been. (And not think of the stew that could be made from her, because who wants to skin a rabbit?)
Anyway, happy Eastertide to you all. Praise God, we made it through the winter and through the Lenten time. Now all is celebration of our risen Lord, who saved us. Alleluia!