Last weekend (well... Sunday) was the Orthodoxi Easter. The tradition in these here parts is that the weak but cute shall be slaughtered for Easter (and every other day). Consequently :
Notice the questionmark on the label of the bottle of wine. It is aptly placed there, for indeed the bottle would ask a question of you : what is it ? There you go Alice, make yourself heard.
Unrelatedly, my salvia bush bloomed. You've ever seen bloomin' salvia ?
Now you have. (And I take it you also know what the white flowers growing in the middle of the path are ?)———
- Sorta like Jewish, but Christian. The story goes that in the year four hundred something a buncha beardy people got into some controversies - such as whether the body of Brian should be leavened or unleavened - which were resolved by the quite traditional recourse to "fuck you". The stronger group opted for "everything as before", which didn't work out too well for them - this being the reason you've never heard of them since. The weaker group embraced change and consequently you think of it as "Christendom", even though they're a bunch of schysmatic Westerners. [↩]