Holy Saturday

At Sheldon. The rain is pretty well continuous now, but the signs of Spring are more evident than further north. There are daffodils and pink camellias in bloom. There may soon be cherry blossom. But it is still cold. We have greased the field gate latches and hinges; put preservative on the greenhouse shelves; cleaned the mud off the tractor; prepared a mailing of 1400 leaflets to supporters; and done all the Holy Week ceremonies as well. On Good Friday we took the life size cross to the mound in the Barn Field, and three strong men erected it, hammering it into place, while the Passion was read in drizzling rain. Today we rest, as our Lord rested in the tomb.