She has been there all week, the palm lady, sitting at the side of the road, deftly weaving fronds into objects of beauty. She sets up her stall long before the morning rush hour begins, and she is still there as everyone hurries home for lunch. She carries on braiding and plaiting, adorning her finished palms with ribbons of all colours, through the silent siesta hours and as the shutters go up again for the evening reopening. As darkness defeats her, she stops, but she is there again the following morning, bright and early. On Sunday she continues her dexterous craft and only when the bells for the last Mass of this Palm Sunday morning have sounded does she pack up her wares for another year. I hope she is having a rest.
There look wonderful WL.. patience is needed x
ReplyDeleteThey do look very beautiful :-)
ReplyDeleteLots of labor here.
ReplyDeleteA good way to meditate, no doubt. Her mind would be at peace with the world while her hands are busy.
ReplyDeleteI wish there was that tradition here in northern Italy. I'd have purchased one of these!
ReplyDeleteThey are more beautiful than our plain crosses
ReplyDeleteThese are gorgeous. I hope she's making some coins to enjoy during her rest.
ReplyDeleteThat is beautiful braiding Welshcakes
ReplyDeleteHi, Anne. Yes, patience and dexterity. Aren't they, Cherie? Hi, lakeviewer. Yes, indeed. Hi, Lee. Yes, I envy her that. Hi, Rowena. I didn't realise you didn't have this tradition up there. I always purchase one. Hi, BB. I hope so, too. Do you think so, WW? I think both types are beautiful in their way. Hi, jams. Yes, she is very gifted.
ReplyDeleteHow lovely they look and i would have to buy one two or maybe even three :-)
ReplyDeleteHi, Sally. Yes, they are lovely.
ReplyDeleteThey're lovely.
ReplyDeleteHi, Liz. I think so, too.
ReplyDeleteWe make these in NY before Palm Sunday. Italian women from the local Church taught me how to make them 15 years ago. It is indeed a labor of love.
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