feast-day
*pretend this was yesterday! as promised, there are tables out on the lawn, all rather mismatched and clumsily pushed together for a feast, but adorned with bright, sweet-smelling flowers, plates of food, cups and wine from the basement, and there are paper lanterns strung through the trees -- it's the Pascha of summer, the Dormition of the Theotokos, last-minute and without the liturgy, perhaps, but still a day for hope and for gladness, and every one of you is welcome to join.*