Sunday, March 28, 2010
How we loved Palm Sunday as kids -- the baskets of fronds at the back of the church which we took home and split onto slivers and wove into all sorts of scout-campy sorts of things, including crosses. On our little island of Exuma, in the Bahamas, as on the other islands, local women weave "silvertop" palm fronds into hats, baskets, and mats, which they sell at the "straw market." I've incorporated their beautiful work into coffee tables, desk panels and bed headboards. There is a botanical garden on the island of New Providence (Nassau) called The Retreat that boast 176 species of palms from around the world. The variety is bewildering and wonderful.
Anne celebrates the day above (click, and again, to enlarge). How lovely that the Christian Messiah should ride into Jerusalem on a donkey, to be greeted with palms instead of the trappings of imperial grandeur. How lovely too that Christians still remember with so modest a symbol the humility of the man they worship as the Son of God.