Palm Sunday. I walked along the lane to the parish church, the hedges already turning white with greengage blossom (the greengage trees were planted by a doctor who used to live in the house at the end of the lane). The sun was shining, the bells were ringing, the grass in the churchyard was sprinkled with confetti from yesterday's weddings.
Another stand-in priest, the Rector still being ill. There was a procession and the handing out of palm fronds made into the shape of a cross. Hymns included Rock of Ages and My Song is Love Unknown (I had forgotten how fine this hymn is).
The sermon was far too long and lecturing.
Eclectic performance by the organist, Handel arias segueing into the Londonderry Air and morphing into freeform compositions.
Right at the end of Holy Communion the Sunday School came in from their room at the back carrying giant palm leaves made from green paper.
My Song is Love Unknown: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WxhHZz4kgDw&feature=related
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