I've been in Williamsburg visiting my parents, and it's been a good visit. I'm lucky, in that my visits are always good visits, even ones like back in August, when I arrived to help when my mom suddenly developed life threatening pneumonia. I'm grateful that my luck continues to hold.
We've done some shopping, picking up some end of winter bargains on clothes--and hey, I'll still get to wear them for the few weeks of winter temps that are likely ahead. I picked up a pair of festive sandals for a wedding next week-end, along with a festive finishing garment.
We've had great meals. One of my favorites was the soup supper at my parents' church, one of my church homes away from home. We had a choice of three soups (corn chowder, vegetable with beef, and chili) and cornbread and sourdough bread. I love these kinds of soup suppers, and I was glad to be able to be part.
We were there for soup supper because the church does a Lenten Wednesday evening program. It was meditative and quiet. We ended with the option to light a small candle from the Paschal candle and put it in the cross-shaped sandbox on a table in front of the Paschal candle. I wanted to record it, because I liked how it looked. Is it worth the extra effort to make a sandbox in a specific shape, instead of a big bowl of sand? Perhaps. It was lined with 2 layers of heavy plastic, not to protect the wood frame from the flame, but to keep the sand contained.
I didn't take any pictures because I didn't bring my phone to the church. There wouldn't have been a good way to take pictures, and I wouldn't have wanted to destroy the meditative mood by taking pictures.
On the way home, we stopped at a soft serve ice cream place, the kind that has a small building with a walk-up window and some picnic tables in the parking lot. It was wonderful to eat ice cream after church and enjoy the freakishly warm weather.
And now to head back, through unsettled weather--the price for a foretaste of summer.
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