Pentecost

Today, fifty days after Easter, we celebrated Pentecost. The first reading was in Polish, the second in Maltese, and the gospel in a West Indian dialect. Many people wore red, symbolic of the coming of the Holy Spirit. I really don't have anything red, so wore blue and green. After church, I came home ate breakfast and packed a lunch for work. My colleague and I worked on the cooler, refreshing vases and adding flowers. I did dishes (cleaned vases). I also attempted to make a corsage and boutonniere with silk flowers. This was a first...and I told the customer that I would give it my best shot, after a heartfelt prayer. It looked nice and the customer was happy...but would the corsage stand the test of time? I arranged some carnations in a pitcher and three yellow asiatic lilies in a vase to take to my mother. Her 86th birthday is this Friday. I had a wonderful visit with my parents and then came home to do laundry and clean up the kitchen, before putting up my feet and watching the ball game.