The Queen of Wine

A vintage day (that the Lord has made,

nudged by the Queen of Wine)

 

As some of you may have noticed (but it was probably lost on my readers from Indonesia), my fascination with Mary, the Mother of God (c'mon: blow me up, you Muslim! stone me, you Jew!) has recently been getting out of hand (I managed to cling on to the Rosary, though), and I hope a relevant sentiment has been following suit.

Today, the fascination and infatuation are having their wedding day. I've opened the Bible -  have you? -  and am reading about certain nuptials somewhere in the land of Galilee. I've heard of them before, I've read of what Jesus did there, I've always known that Mary nudged him to do it.

But only now did it came to me - like a wave of the vintagest Vosne-Romanée which I believe (because of certain financial aspects of my situation) I'll be able to surf only in Heaven* - that it was about wine she decided to intervene and it was thanks her that more wine, and divine wine at that!, was put on the table.

Beautiful Mary, Queen of Wine - you, and your gift, make me dizzy! You're vintage!






*what a bad metaphor; vintagely bad. (And yes: the Litany of Loreto needs to be extended. I'll drink to that!).