Sun 10 March: white and fluffy

Notes on worship this morning/

When I woke up at 6.30 this morning, the fields and hills were green. Then at 8ish, the snow came fast: a great big flurry and dump. By 8.30, the phone began ringing... 

'I'll be toiling to get down the road/track to get out of the village/farm' was a common theme. 

Too late to officially cancel church, I cleared the drive and slithered over to Abington: the minister mobile always surprises me with its get up and go. It's the little car that, apparently, can.

Managing up the hill to church, our duty elder was there preparing. We wondered if we might be the only two.

Another joined us at 10.20.

We decided that, if we three were to be it [and, on the principle that where two or three are gathered], then we'd stay until 10.45ish, during which we'd read the gospel passage, bury our 'alleluias', say a prayer and, after a blessing, lock up and go have a cuppa and a blether in the village store.

And that's pretty much what happened due to the white and fluffy stuff. The snow has been off and on during the rest of the day, and at the moment, the fields and hills are once again green, while the sun shines from a blue sky. 

There's more snow to come.

Stay safe, stay warm. 

It's weird March weather out there...