He dropped by the cathedral earlier this week, to collect a few palm fronds from those left out on the steps. He and younger daughter fashioned them into crosses. I found three of them lined up at the base of the computer screen, where the RFB planned to watch the Palm Sunday service, taped last Thursday in the nearly empty cathedral, by officiants carefully staged several feet apart. This was to be followed by a Coffee Hour, with Brady-Bunch squares of individual Anglicans chatting through the monitor in our living room.
It seemed a good time to go out and visit Demeter, who had set her television to the CBC news channel, in preparation for the Queen's Message.
As I walked home, I thought: Deserted streets. Everyone home. The Queen on the television. If it weren't for the daffodils, I'd think it was Christmas Day.
There was a palm cross on our front door.
Do you think the neighbours might misunderstand?
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