The other night I had a strange dream. I was working on a vineyard (I think this part at least was related to the fact that we’d just finished watching Star Trek: The Next Generation where Picard ends up as an old dude working on his retirement vineyard as he’d always planned … speaking of which Star Trek: Picard is out on Amazon Prime Video this week so maybe we’ll have to talk about that … and speaking of new sci-fi we just watched the first episode of Avenue 5 as well, on HBO, but we’re dropping HBO at the end of the month so will have to wait for the DVD on that one if it turns out to be okay, the first episode was fine … but I digress).
Anyway, I was working on a vineyard, and the weather was really bad. It was raining really heavily, and there was a strong wind. I was trying to put up some protective covers over the grapevines. Then it started to hail, big golf-ball-sized bastards like they regularly get over in Australia. More damage ensued and I continued struggling to cover the vines and prevent the crop from being destroyed. It was tough.
And that was when I saw it. A divine image of the Mother of God, made by complete cosmic fluke in the debris. It was a hail Mary, full of grapes.
– Inspired by my wacky Facebook friend Alyssa