My Lambeth Weekend

A few of you know I decided to flee the sturm and drang of Lambeth obsession. I've "gone down to the Lake" (as we say around here) to spend relaxing, wholesome time with dear friends David and Adrienne. Sitting on the deck with the lake waves lapping, birds at the feeders (including hummingbirds) [Could one of them this be Barbara's Ethel?], and eating more wonderful food than I have any right even to wish for. It's been a glorious couple of days.

Meanwhile, we worked up a little liturgical dance for Lambeth. I know the MadOne will be thrilled with this news.