He taught us...
...to live the values of the Gospel with fidelity, courage, and universal love...
It was not a good way to start Easter Monday with the news of the Pope's death. Roman-Catholic church is going through a difficult time since quite a while, and the pope did what he could do, or was allowed to do, to steer us towards more modern times. We definitely have had worse Holy Fathers. Only the timing of his death was a bit unfortunate!
I felt somewhat melancholic and did not accompany hubby and my youngest offspring to a visit to family number one. Besides, I had to peel one and a half kilo asparagus, not to mention the potatoes for the side dish. The Easter ham needed warming up in a vegetable broth then got put under the grill in the oven. I climbed onto the exercise bike and tried to steel my body (haha, that was a good one), and lunch was ready when the rest of the family came back home. In the afternoon I did a tour along the garden. Daffodils, grape hyacinths and the few tulips I have planted have withered. Magnolias and cherry blossom tree lost practically all their blossoms during the foehn storms we had a few days ago- the ground is pink, littered with petals gone too early, it looks like a veritable battlefield. Yet the dominant colour here is green, only interrupted by a few patches of daisies and forget-me-nots. Each dandelion which dares to sprout gets immediately plucked by hubby. Our apple tree is in sparse flower, so few apples for the maggots this year. No lice yet, which means no ants. No wonder that the beasts have plenty of time for a visit inside!
I continued with crocheting- two thirds of the shawl are done now. The colours are atrocious, I should have gone with the first combination of colours. Well, too late now! Hubby has cooked shawarma for dinner. Not for me, of course, because no meals after five. Tomorrow it's hubby again who will do the cooking- Dutch croquettes with beef. Beef hubby has fried in the afternoon- our house has been turned into a non-stop cook-shop. No wonder that neither number four nor number five did go back to their respective homes as envisaged! Maybe tomorrow evening we will be free again- until number three and family will turn everything upside down again!
It was not a good way to start Easter Monday with the news of the Pope's death. Roman-Catholic church is going through a difficult time since quite a while, and the pope did what he could do, or was allowed to do, to steer us towards more modern times. We definitely have had worse Holy Fathers. Only the timing of his death was a bit unfortunate!
I felt somewhat melancholic and did not accompany hubby and my youngest offspring to a visit to family number one. Besides, I had to peel one and a half kilo asparagus, not to mention the potatoes for the side dish. The Easter ham needed warming up in a vegetable broth then got put under the grill in the oven. I climbed onto the exercise bike and tried to steel my body (haha, that was a good one), and lunch was ready when the rest of the family came back home. In the afternoon I did a tour along the garden. Daffodils, grape hyacinths and the few tulips I have planted have withered. Magnolias and cherry blossom tree lost practically all their blossoms during the foehn storms we had a few days ago- the ground is pink, littered with petals gone too early, it looks like a veritable battlefield. Yet the dominant colour here is green, only interrupted by a few patches of daisies and forget-me-nots. Each dandelion which dares to sprout gets immediately plucked by hubby. Our apple tree is in sparse flower, so few apples for the maggots this year. No lice yet, which means no ants. No wonder that the beasts have plenty of time for a visit inside!
I continued with crocheting- two thirds of the shawl are done now. The colours are atrocious, I should have gone with the first combination of colours. Well, too late now! Hubby has cooked shawarma for dinner. Not for me, of course, because no meals after five. Tomorrow it's hubby again who will do the cooking- Dutch croquettes with beef. Beef hubby has fried in the afternoon- our house has been turned into a non-stop cook-shop. No wonder that neither number four nor number five did go back to their respective homes as envisaged! Maybe tomorrow evening we will be free again- until number three and family will turn everything upside down again!