Quite good. I can imagine any number of variations, and would think they would be well received by a visiting Priest.
Which reminds me of a funny story from days of yore.
A family had a daughter in elementary school who had some difficulty gaining weight, so their doctor recommended that she should eat richer food, and drink a beer when she came home from school.
To get into the icebox (days of yore), she needed to stand on the lid of the large kitchen lard barrel. And one day, coming home from school through the kitchen door, she removed her dusty dress and put it in the laundry hamper, then stood on the lid to get her beer. And when she had gotten the beer, the lid slipped, plunging her up to the knees in lard.
Getting out of the barrel, she went to tell her mother in the living room about her messy accident, unknowing that her mother was hosting the new, young parish Priest for tea.
And this was the sight that greeted the Priest. A girl child in her underwear, covered up to her knees in lard, and carrying an open bottle of beer. “Mo-other!”
Thank you for the splendid photo! Home alters are an essential.
Face palm, here! I was careless to abuse and alter the spelling of altar, as “alter”. Please forgive a dunderhead. Yikes!
Rita