Happy birthday to my mother, who inculcated in me a love of God’s creatures.
Last month, I came upon a charming story about medieval cats and their mischief: “Paws, Pee and Mice: Cats among Medieval Manuscripts.”
The article is instructive in many ways. I learnt, for instance, a useful curse:
Pessime mus, sepius me provocas ad iram; ut te deus perdat. [Most wretched mouse, often you provoke me to anger. May God destroy you!]
I’ll have to try that for the voles who nibble my bulbs. I cannot find the vernacular Latin for vole, but the genus name is microtus. Equidem pessime microtus.
Bonne journée du Poisson! Do not do anything stupid!
And happy Bright Week to our Western brethren.
It is also now April, which is a lovely month of rain and flowers.
Given the day, I offer you a joyful little story from Dave’s Garden, “Where the Flowers Grow.”
Enjoy the day, the month, and the season.