Good Friday and finally some sunshine

Yesterday morning I held my coffee as usual while at the front window looking out on the street.  The lovely early sunshine filtering through the forsythia told me it was time to prune the roses.  Spring really is here.  Yesterday we walked down to the complex by the cemetery.  It is a 55+ strata-type where you pay a monthly fee to never have to cut grass or prune trees again and get your building power washed etc. etc. etc. by a maintenance crew.  We are hoping our house will sell and we can go into a place like this.  All we really need is 2 bedrooms, a livingroom with space for armchairs and a gas fireplace, plus laundry room, one-car garage and a sunny breakfast nook.  Bathrooms are good too.  I could see us settling there as we practiced living simply and with fewer 'things' in the |RV.

 This morning I walked over to the United Church as we were sharing the Good Friday service with them.  The manse is on the left.

 The cross was draped in black with a crown of thorns on top.  A table at the front held many stones for us to write prayers on slips of paper to hold them down and that will be shared on Easter Sunday. 

 For some reason I wrote a request for healing for all people affected by ethnic cleansing attacks.  Maybe it was triggered by all the bullies in the Good Friday story readings.

On the way home I had to take a picture of the local dog catcher and plumber who had his car in the middle of the road to wash it.  

 I

 laughed with him as he said there wasn't much traffic in the village and they just go around him.

We are busy packing up our belongings to haul them back out to the RV and put them away.  I am looking forward to fishing for trout if I can find a lake where the ice is melted.