this blog is powered by blogger.com which can be a P.I.T.A. (my own personal acronym that avoids scatological words) at times - as in the below post of the same name which I am unable to comment on after I uploaded the photo. And as you can tell from other posts I have often commented on same without to much difficulty - but to comment now in this second blog, to wit:
This stile was the first that I have seen in the U.S. (which doesn't mean there are none - but I'm an old dude and this is a first for me). After I photographed the Holstein cows with their new-born calves I drove about an 1/8th mile and there it was giving access to the field over the electric fence. Always before it was to me some bit of out-moded ancient farm utensil and now here it is still in use.
Chants and Cantor
At a lonely monastery on a small off-shore island of
Australia the monks honored the breaking day every morning by gathering in the
great hall where the head monk would stand before them and chant
“Good mo-or-ning”
and the monks would in turn chant
“Good mo-or-ning”
Then in the dusk of the evening they would again gather and
the head monk would chant
“Good ev-en-ing”
and so too the monks in turn would chant
“Good ev-en-ing”
On one morning when a newly arrived monk from around the
world arrived and joined in the morning chant, evidently jet-lag affected him for he
inadvertently chanted “Good ev-en-ing” in return. The head monk without pause cantorially chanted
♫
“Some one chant-ed ev-en-ing”
to the well known tune from the musical “South Pacific”.
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