Good Friday is always a strange, unfocussed, unsettling day. In years past I have sometimes been swept up into all kinds activities - church services, walks of witness, bandstand services in the town centre, helping to create the Easter decorations in church.
Recently, more so with the 'stay-at-home' nature of this year, and last year, and the year before, there has been none of these events and distractions.
So I pottered slowly in the garden, sowing sunflower and marigold seeds, potting on other seedlings, re-potting the half-dozen cuttings that have survived the winter. It was hot and sunny, like a Summer's day. We had our morning coffee under the apple blossom, ate out lunch outside, and returned to the dappled shade of the apple tree for after-lunch coffee.
We chatted to neighbours, I wrote, and Himself posted the last few letters and cards. (Yesterday I took some post to the post box - a round trip of just over half a mile, but the first time I had gone for a walk since the end of February. Today my legs begged not to repeat the walk so soon!).
All through the day I felt as though I was waiting for it all to be over, for 3pm when traditionally Christ is taken down from the Cross; 'Consummatum est' - 'it is done', or 'it is finished'. I do think it is necessary for us to remember how barbaric, how cruel, human beings can be, and how low we can stoop; whether or not you are Christian or religious in any way.
A raven today - after all, the calendar is based upon Noah's Ark, and we are nearing the end of the story.
"After forty days Noah opened a window he had made in the ark and sent out a raven, and it kept flying back and forth until the water had dried up." Genesis 8; 6-7
I can reveal my designs for the last 'postcard swap'. I've made a 'postage stamp'; it is a copy of a stamp that Ukraine issued using a design by a popular artist called Maria Primachenko. There is quite a lot about her on the internet. Her art was in the news recently because a museum in Ukraine was destroyed by Russian bombing, and many of her works have been lost.