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Tuesday, 25 March 2008

Feast of the Annunciation

Twelve degrees at 9am. Blustery and changeable. Sleet and snow earlier. Feeling shivery.
Today is the Feast of the Annunciation, celebrating old Gabriel's visit to Mary. Here's the fresco depicting the Annunciation from the Chiesa di San Gottardo here in Carmine Superiore.

Wouldn't life be so much more magical if instead of getting the news of impending motherhood from a little plastic stick covered in pee-pee, all mothers-to-be were visited by an angel conjuring flowers out of the air...?

PS Has anyone spotted Yulia Tymoshenko in this picture? Or is it just my imagination?

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Actually motherhood is such a blessing and a misery, that there certainly must be an angel near you, (since the very first moment, when two cells meet in your womb and life begins)it's just that we can't see him.

Anonymous said...

e.c. it was mistery not misery
but it would be better miracle

Louise said...

All three, I would say - a mystery a miracle, and, at the end of nine months a misery! :-) L

Tuesday, 25 March 2008

Feast of the Annunciation

Twelve degrees at 9am. Blustery and changeable. Sleet and snow earlier. Feeling shivery.
Today is the Feast of the Annunciation, celebrating old Gabriel's visit to Mary. Here's the fresco depicting the Annunciation from the Chiesa di San Gottardo here in Carmine Superiore.

Wouldn't life be so much more magical if instead of getting the news of impending motherhood from a little plastic stick covered in pee-pee, all mothers-to-be were visited by an angel conjuring flowers out of the air...?

PS Has anyone spotted Yulia Tymoshenko in this picture? Or is it just my imagination?

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Actually motherhood is such a blessing and a misery, that there certainly must be an angel near you, (since the very first moment, when two cells meet in your womb and life begins)it's just that we can't see him.

Anonymous said...

e.c. it was mistery not misery
but it would be better miracle

Louise said...

All three, I would say - a mystery a miracle, and, at the end of nine months a misery! :-) L