Wednesday 25 February 2009

Day 148 of 365: Ashes, Ashes...


Today is Ash Wednesday and I decided it was time for me to attend mass once again since I haven't been in months. Today was also weigh-in day at fat camp, so this photo was taken along my 3.5 mile walk past the fields near Ridgehill Cottage. I had a super close up of the bigger one in the background, but he ran off. I guess he's shy of American amateur-paparazzi. Or perhaps it's just the ones with 5.0 megapixel Kodaks squeeling "HORSIES!!!"

I had planned on a photo of the ashes on my forehead after mass, however, they didn't end up on my forehead. Father gave a caution for people to not stick out their tongues as they received their ashes and now I know why. In America, they make a cross with ashes on your forehead...here in England, they sprinkle ashes onto the crown of your bonce.

Great, and I JUST washed my hair.

2 comments:

Erin said...

Our priest did ashes in a cross just like in the states. . . hmmm . . .

Meg said...

*sigh*

I went to the wrong church then, hehe.