|Santiago ( The Apostle St.James the Greater , patron saint of horsemen) <©> Seven Roads Gallery 2011|
Today is All Saints Day. In some cultures, I'd be sitting in a graveyard with picnic fare. There is a graveyard for the poor Barre family who lived in dipstick's house(the fence guy) in the cornfield behind us. I am not planning on a picnic today. I started a fire in the wood furnace to be able to hang clothes in the basement. We reached a new low in darkness when I complained to Dawn that at 7:19 this morning, it was still dark. It might rain.
I dusted off St.James this morning, admiring the santero's work. The horse "in pose", the metal miniature stirrups, braided reins and attention to detail are the mark of a fine craftsman.
I'll be remembering a few personal saints on All Saints Day. They include my mother, Violet, my stepfather Joseph and Gertie Sennett.
OK, so I'm a day early and a dollar short. Blame it on not having to punch a time clock and Jorge's reports from the cities. Friends were calling to asking him to a movie, brunch , whatever, so they wouldn't have to answer the door on Sunday-Trick or Treat day. To me that sounds like Scrooge, but, we don't have trick or treaters out here. When I lived on the cusp of the inner city, kids were imported in bus loads to our neighborhood. The reason, better treats and a safer Halloween for the kids.
When Jorge pointed out my mistake, I remembered my early morning stop in bloggerland. Next time, more coffee..