Time for photos

 This is breakfast on Easter Sunday morning.  Sometimes I am amazed to see this many children around the table:  are they really all mine?

 We were honoured to become godparents to a beautiful little girl on Easter Sunday afternoon.  I won't show you photos as I haven't asked her parents permission.  However, those are the backs of her parents.  I don't think that they will mind.  The real reason for this photo is to show you just how beautiful our little country parish is.

 Every window is stained glass and there are paintings of Gospel images on the walls and ceiling of the church.  The church itself is a catechesis for the little illiterate members of the family.  I realized this one evening mass when Isaac asked me where all the pictures had gone.  At first I was confused until I realized that it was night and Isaac was used to being in church when the outdoor light could shine through the windows and illuminate the 'pictures'.  "Ahhh," I thought, "He spends his Sundays absorbed in these images."  Thank you, Mother Church.  And, before I forget, in the bottom left of the photo is our empty tomb.  On Holy Thursday it is a jail cell; on Good Friday a life-size body of Christ lies there; and on Easter Sunday the tomb is empty, the flowers disappear and the risen Christ stands atop the tomb.  Alleluia, indeed.

 Speaking of alleluia, it is finally spring.  Spring, as in the windows can be cautiously opened, the sandals appear and the tentative wearing of shorts begins.

One of our very favourite priests, Fr. Joseph Hattie.  He is celebrating 50 years of priesthood this spring:  another alleluia.

 Enjoying some early morning fresh air.

 It is Ben's eighth birthday today.  He asked for soldiers, so I found him a huge grab bag of WWII soldiers from the Toy Soldier Company.  It came complete with barbed wire, tents, parachutes, a boat and soldiers galore.

 A face worthy of war?

Blondie, just to finish things off.