Sunday, April 16, 2017
Angels in bright raiment.
Easter morning. The PONs go fishing for minnows in the village pond. The minnows have nothing to fear. There is considerable sturm und drang but little evidence of a workable technique. The PONs get wet and soon forget about minnows. They turn their attention to the wooden picnic table on the village green. Sophie proudly displays a sardine that someone has dropped on the grass. This is chewed then swallowed. She is more than delighted.
A quick trip to the market. Not that we need to buy anything but 'The Font' feels sorry for the young couple that are struggling to make a go of the Italian delicatessen. They never seem to have any customers.The PONs get slivers of Colomba di Pasqua.
The PONs quickly pass the display of lamb carcasses ready to be picked up later this morning. The leg of lamb we collected yesterday seems rather mundane in comparison.
Election fever has now reached the village. Late last night someone came and pasted up posters for each of the eleven candidates in the first round of the presidential elections. For some reason eight of the candidates get half sized billboards while three get full length ones.
Handel playing on breakfast radio . The optimistic simplicity of the line ' Angels in bright raiments ' makes me smile. A day when even Angels put on their party clothes and celebrate. Here's some happy Spanish ladies singing a part of the oratorio
May your Easter be a happy one.