Being Friday the 21st Day of April, 2017 ...

That is two days before the feast-day of this venerated individual ...

Ken took us to the southern hemisphere but had difficulty conversing with the towhee-bird ...

I only speak Mauri.

Bryan soliloquised about his gardening skills ...

Lynda took a maritime journey on board a vessel in this state of disrepair ...

Uncharted waters beneath our bow.

Paul was circumspect regarding a person with a muddled mind ...

He talks in soft whispers ...

Then we sailed again ...

Them native maids, them tropical glades
we soon shall see again.

HAPPY EASTER ...

Yes, being Good Friday, 2017.

In keeping with the season there was chocolate ...

Thank you, Angela's mother!

Over 50% of our musical offerings bore reference to something holy, (if you include two pieces that were composed by persons entitled 'Rev.')

Identify this smidgen of a tune ...

Paul reflected on mortality ...

I ain't got long to stay here.

Roger went in search of seven virgins ...

We considered the origins of the psaltery.
Someone asked, "What does a plucked psaltery look like?" ...

Perhaps we'll understand it all by-and-by!

Being Friday, the week before Easter ...

Surroundings were somewhat Spartan ...

Work in progress.

Another week marked by a surfeit of birds ...

There were songs of work and places thereof ...

Mansions of fear ... mansions of pain

There were songs of imprudence ...

We considered whether this Baroque composer ever played the guitar ...

Now, which string is G?

Tony mistakenly hoped that this gift would enamour him to a lady ...

Stuart engaged sanity and wished us a peaceful return to our homes ...

May moonbeams guide your weary feet.

And all shall be well,

and all shall be well,

and all manner of thing shall be well ...

for every Friday evening throughout April including Good Friday.

(Apologies to Julian of Norwich, MCCCICV.)

Being the last day of March 2017 ...

A plethora of birds included ...

Where shall we our breakfast take?

Bryan recited something spooky too ...

Peter and Tony asked a question ...

What colour is that?

Max and Sylvia took us to the asylum ...

I cut mince pies from children's thighs ...

Peter and Tony were more celestial ...

Look - no footprints!

Angela and Paul undertook a childish activity ...

Then, like my dreams ...

There was a song about a gallant soldier.
A Google-search for images generated a garden weed ...

galinsoga parviflora
That wasn't what Mary was expecting.

We went home ...

Tomorrow may be clear.