March 20, 2022

Vernal Equinox. I’m already committed to spring.

Sweet, cool, bright Sunday. Herbert Howells for the anthem. Our repertoire settles into something familiar, even repetitious. Perhaps K doesn’t trust us to voyage into new material (and perhaps he’s right). Perhaps he’s tired. New guy sat beside me this morning, a sweet warbling baritone, for all his sweetness inattentive and the maker of many mistakes, all of which would be forgiven. Frank sent me his latest CD, quite engaging organ variations on old hymns.