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Another glorious sunshine day, a day to deck the Chiesa di San Gottardo with first roses and fling the doors open for the San Gottardo mass.
To all ye who took on the worst paid job in the world, the job with no fixed hours, no holidays, no pay, no early retirement, and definitely no promotion prospects (unless you happen to be Her).
To all ye who opted for a relationship with no chance of divorce. For cold little hands creeping into yours. For unthinking trust and innocent love and small-body cuddles that never end. For the pleasure of seeing the world through the eyes of a child. For the privilege of watching them grow, learn, strive and succeed.
Happy Festa della Mamma!
San Gottardo the feast day of the patron saint of Carmine Superiore, has dawned bright, beautiful and dry.
San Gottardo, I should explain, operates in much the same way as St Swithin. They say hereabouts that if it rains on San Gottardo, it will rain for forty days.
Phew!
A glittering, bright autumn morning.The woods are in mid-moult and a wonder to behold.
A passing professoressa of art history recently pointed out to me that the Chiesa di San Gottardo here in Carmine Superiore has rather more than its fair share of demons. Here's a bunch of them doing their worst against the Saxon Bishop himself and a bunch of rather scared-out-of-wits-looking helpers. I particularly like the demon top left, which reminds me somehow of my 4-year-old daughter, B, in one of her tongue-out "I won't" moods. The snake tail is a nice touch - and even if B. doesn't actually have one of those in her flowery dungarees she sure as hell waggles that sassy 4-year-old butt as if she did!
Click on the pic to see a larger version, and perhaps some erudite person out there might be able to decipher the Latin caption bottom right...
San Gottardo and raining.
I wonder who will come to our patronal festival mass. The sentiero will be damp. The umbrellas and raincoats will be damp. The flowers will be damp. Our souls will be damp.
Another glorious sunshine day, a day to deck the Chiesa di San Gottardo with first roses and fling the doors open for the San Gottardo mass.
To all ye who took on the worst paid job in the world, the job with no fixed hours, no holidays, no pay, no early retirement, and definitely no promotion prospects (unless you happen to be Her).
To all ye who opted for a relationship with no chance of divorce. For cold little hands creeping into yours. For unthinking trust and innocent love and small-body cuddles that never end. For the pleasure of seeing the world through the eyes of a child. For the privilege of watching them grow, learn, strive and succeed.
Happy Festa della Mamma!
San Gottardo the feast day of the patron saint of Carmine Superiore, has dawned bright, beautiful and dry.
San Gottardo, I should explain, operates in much the same way as St Swithin. They say hereabouts that if it rains on San Gottardo, it will rain for forty days.
Phew!
A glittering, bright autumn morning.The woods are in mid-moult and a wonder to behold.
A passing professoressa of art history recently pointed out to me that the Chiesa di San Gottardo here in Carmine Superiore has rather more than its fair share of demons. Here's a bunch of them doing their worst against the Saxon Bishop himself and a bunch of rather scared-out-of-wits-looking helpers. I particularly like the demon top left, which reminds me somehow of my 4-year-old daughter, B, in one of her tongue-out "I won't" moods. The snake tail is a nice touch - and even if B. doesn't actually have one of those in her flowery dungarees she sure as hell waggles that sassy 4-year-old butt as if she did!
Click on the pic to see a larger version, and perhaps some erudite person out there might be able to decipher the Latin caption bottom right...
San Gottardo and raining.
I wonder who will come to our patronal festival mass. The sentiero will be damp. The umbrellas and raincoats will be damp. The flowers will be damp. Our souls will be damp.
