church in the spring

there is something special about sunday mornings in the warm spring.
if our church building wasn't in the middle of a city area you'd swear it was a country church...
(maybe because when it was built this was the country.
anyway.  pictures of our church often start me singing the song:
'come to the church in the wildwood, oh come to the church in the dale.
no place is so dear to my childhood than the little brown church in the vale.'
i change a few of the words to suit.)

maybe because it's warm enough to take your time walking from the car

or maybe it's the goofball relations you bump into on the way in

i must say, i fall in love with our old church building repeatedly when i round a corner and run into things like this.
you should have seen the way the sunlight colored the steps beneath it.