Good Friday is always a work-filled day among Poles, which I’ve always found somewhat ironic. In some ways, it’s the most solemn day of the Catholic calendar, and you would think that devout Catholics — of which in Poland, particularly rural Poland — would spend the day in prayer. In my experience, they usually spend the day cleaning and cooking (often things they don’t eat because it’s a fast day, though Catholic fasting is hardly a discipline compared to some forms of fasting).
Today’s job for me: take care of the leaves in the backyard. “After all, it is April,” K smiled at breakfast. I wanted to cut down a topiary tree in the front yard that we’ve decided is dying and needs to come down. I’ve wanted to take it down for years, but I guess that’s for tomorrow.