|Visitors from afar - Paul, Carolyn, and Thomas|
I have had the loveliest Triduum and Easter in years! My friend Carolyn stayed with me so that she didn’t have to commute to all the zillion services at which our choir sang. I’m sure that the fun of her company was part of the wonderfulness. And on Good Friday, adorable Paul, who came all the way from Germany for the St. James Holy Week services, and brought his equally adorable friend Thomas, visited us for breakfast. That was part of it too. I did so enjoy their company.
The Easter Vigil service is one of the most beautiful events of the year. We had to be there at six-thirty to rehearse and then finally dragged ourselves home at nearly midnight, but the time flew by amazingly with the lighting of the Easter fire, the readings and chants - so ancient, yet always so new, the thrill of the neophytes in their new white garments. Everything glittering and golden. It’s all so exciting! And when it was over and we got home, Carolyn and I immediately gobbled up the Cadbury’s Eggs which I had been saving and dreaming about increasingly for the last few weeks of Lent. This year I was completely successful in my Lenten promises, one of which was giving up candy. This seems like such a juvenile thing to give up, doesn’t it? I have been giving up candy since about the age eight. Usually I have the occasional slip-up, but this time I conquered. I have to admit that there were a couple of close calls. Once, when we were grocery shopping, I bought Rebecca and I each a chocolate bar, and after paying for them, remembered my Lenten vow. Rebecca was happy to take care of the matter for me and to remove temptation by eating both of them.
I had planned to do nothing at all today except lie about and recover, but Becca invited me to come along with her on a nettle picking expedition.
|Stalking the wild skunk cabbage. They are getting bigger.|
|The Nettle Patch|
|The Pooped Pup|
|The nettle preparation|
The nettles are for soup, and great care is required in their preparation. I forgot to bring gloves, and so just observed the actual picking. I had a very unfortunate experience with nettles years ago on the Hill of Tara. I won’t tell you where the ugly particulars, but I will say that it was pretty terrible. Nettles can be dreadful things. But tasty, Rebecca assures me. Margaret wanted to come, and declared that she was up to the walk, but changed her mind early on. She explained that she wasn’t tired, but all this talk of thistles made her nervous and so she needed a ride up the hill, lest she touch a nettle with her paw or worse yet, her nose. I suspected that the thistle-fear was a fraud and a poor pretext in order to get a lift.
For yet further recovery, we worked on our current knitalong - a pair of mittens which we both thought would be easy, but are not. They require a bit of speculation about the meaning of the directions, and considerable attention. Somehow, doing this together makes it easier and more fun.
|The Knitalong Mitti|