GOOD FRIDAY

Easter weekend! Cool. Hmm, Where to start? How about here?

We polished off

The hot cross buns

And washed them down with tea

And then we made

Rice Krispie cakes

And built our Easter Tree

We played piano

Bathed in sun

That set upon its wood

And I maintain

As Fridays go:

This one was pretty good

That was yesterday, Good Friday. We also went into the Forbury Gardens for our church’s annual Good Friday service. That was so nice - buds on the leafless trees, a sky as blue as ever its been, and brilliant white daisies sprouting from luscious green grass. The warm sun cast dappled shadow on the trees as we sang about Jesus into the open air.

I thought a lot about the Garden Tomb in Jerusalem. I was there on a warm February evening, but I wondered what it would be like on days like these. Would that same light cast shadows on those old gnarly olive trees? Would the splashes of colour sing from the flowerbeds around the stone benches as they did in the Forbury? I hoped so.

Lots to do today - eggs to drop round, Easter cards to write, things to pack, and lists of lists to think about. I always think of this Saturday as ‘Silent Saturday’, profound in its quietness, but of course, it, like the days around it, is filled with life and light.

I like this time of year. I like the blossom and the colours, and when the sun beams through crystal blue skies, and you realise you can leave your coat at home; it’s a wonderful feeling. It’s hopeful.