It's the great and glorious Feast of the Annunciation today, so to mark the angel Gabriel's message to Our Lady I said the Angelus and Divine Office at Mission #2's Marian shrine. I know, that sounds pious and curatelike but so what, there's no "rule," except that outdoor shrines to Our Lady have power, even the humblest.
Then, in a spirit of Stella Maris it made sense to head to the lake. The water was down and clear, would there be fish? So on went polarized glasses and the piscine recce patrol commenced, know the water, catch the fish sort of thing.
Apart from a small school of Buffalo Carp, gliding like submarines seeking whom they may devour, nothing. The surge wasn't on, though it will be in a week or two. I'm looking forward to that and have to renew a license.
Back at the Compound birds and squirrels are fighting ferocious turf wars, it's like Donetsk, Kiev, Kherson, Kharkov or Mariupol except the protagonists are our furred and feathered friends. Speaking of which, if they were bigger would they eat us?
Dog's wouldn't, so much, and that's in their favor. Cats? Different story.
God bless,
LSP
WE beseech thee, O Lord, pour thy grace into our hearts; that, as we have known the incarnation of thy Son Jesus Christ by the message of an angel, so by his cross and passion we may be brought into the glory of his resurrection; through the same Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
6 comments:
We're just breathing pantry's to cats. Ask any po-lease person or EMT who's had to clean up the mess after somebody passes and isn't found right away.
I can't keep up with all of your feasts, LSP. You must admit that there are more than a few.
I'm with WWW. Cats consider humans to be food storage. Which is why I don't have a cat. And I travel too much to have a dog. The Blue Dog wouldn't eat you, he'd stand vigil over your fallen body unless there was food on the counter, in which case he'd eat the food and would forget all about your fallen clay.
In a heartbeat.
I know, Ed, they surely would.
I think you've hit the nail on the head, LL. Everything goes out the window when there's a juicy steak or a delicious fried pie in the equation.
I know, Wild. I really do. Nasty.
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