Friday, April 22, 2011

Good Friday



A rainy day celebrating Good Friday. A tea of Hot Cross Buns set on a floral tablecloth in the sun room.  Charlotte and I had made the buns earlier in the day, anticipating the time we would gather around the table.

Upon which Rose read from the holy scriptures.


"He sacrificed for their sins once for all when He offered Himself."
Hebrews 7:27

at home on Thursday

Early morning walk in the swirling snow down to the creek bed. This American Beech tree  rightfully observed, glorious in its sober cinnamon...