It has been absurdly busy here in the countryside. Cherry season, regrettably brief, is already heading out the door. There is dark cherry sorbet in the freezer by which we will remember it. There is also a new store of raspberry/blackcurrant jam in my pantry; the kids started cheering when they saw me making it, as we always go through that the fastest.
|A procession past the pick your own, giant prayer candle shack.|
|Getting holy, healing water from the source. In bulk.|
|Taking a moment to savor the holy water. Many queue to wash their feet.|
There were twenty-five kids in my pool. At once. Diving, giggling and splashing well into Saturday evening. Others questioned my sanity, but it was an unqualified blast. I even introduced these ten to twelve year olds to rice krispie squares. Yup. (Ever try to get a kid to taste something they've never had before?)
|Selecting the holy design for the pressed eurocent.|
Then there were birthday parties, potlucks and barbecues to attend.
red lunar eclipse, the 101 minutes of which I should have had a good view, given our clear skies. The moon was behind a mountain though, and lacking a babysitter, I was loathe to traipse off into the night looking for it.
All this to say it's getting tougher to find the time and mental space for writing in this pell-mell season. I may have to skip another week, too. Forgive me?
There were entire vats filled with the melted and rehardened wax of candles.
After all the crowds, queues, fervor and emotion, thank goodness there was the corner cafe cum fast food joint, for a pick-me-up and convivial chat.