The procession winds its way from the Undercroft...
...to the church doors.
The liturgical color for the Passion is red.
Back at the Lodge, Ruth is ready for her Sunday Stroll with the Chap.
The girls took him on a long, long walk. They opened the little lake swimming season--well, actually the wading season--today and came home with wet underparts and smelling of damp.
Is Jewel sticking out her tongue at the camera, or smiling for it?
We have a dinner party this evening in the next town over, with a few families from church and our rector.
It's bright outside with a brisk wind, and temperature in the 40's. I haven't spotted any interesting rodents today. The garden looks much the same as it did after my intense work session last weekend. Even so, we'll almost certainly have daffodils blooming on Easter!
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