Small rural New England town. Knock. Answer. Neighbor. Delivering Palms for Palm

Small rural New England town.

Knock. Answer. Neighbor. Delivering Palms for Palm Sunday. Hands me one. I realize that the church is closed. He’s part of the board.

Me: “I almost forgot. We have good Catholics around here.”

Him: “I’m not so sure about good, but we do have Catholics.”

Waves. Turns. Moves on. Door closes.

I put the palm behind the calendar near the door.

My mother is gleeful. I want to eye roll but I don’t.

I have to wait for May Day (Beltane) to celebrate the spring.

And it requires a bonfire. 😉

And I have ideas for the kindling.