Sunday Sing Song

 

I used to do that until... I didn't.

Let's hear it for the beautiful and remarkable Emmylou.

Willy, you may be a nasty old hippy from Abbott, but we love this song. And thanks for fixing up the courthouse, good man.

Μακάριος,

LSP

Out and About

Drove out to one of the missions to help with a pre-Holy Week clean-up of building and grounds and found myself taking weeds out of flower beds with the Junior Warden; we talked about family, horses, and church. Pleasant; she was a barrel rider and runs riding clinics up and down the land. One day I'll have to pit myself against the barrels in her arena.

Then it was back to the parsonage via the Confederacy flag shop, the falsely named Good Stuff Store - there wasn't any - and the Court House.

The Court House is grand, a relic of the days when cotton was king and downtown LSPland waxed strong and prosperous. It burned not long ago and was well restored - thanks to Willy Nelson, among others. Who knows, perhaps the Town Square will revive itself, along with its temple to The Law; a good butcher, pub and sensibly priced gun shop would help things tremendously.

But in the meanwhile, roosters are kicking up a ruckus in the neighbour's back yard - dogs are mercifully silent.

Have a blessed Palm Sunday and Holy Week,

LSP