Aarons Rod. (Sad/happy blip.)

We had a lovely weekend. I had an interview on Saturday. I think, hope, sincerely hope, that I did O.K.ish! Time will tell. On Sunday, we had a belated family birthday lunch, at a family oriented restaurant. There were two sets of brothers, comprising our sons, Stephen and David, and our grandsons, Stephen and Aaron, wife Janet, and daughter-in-law, Shelley. It was a joyous occasion, made more splendid, with some wonderful one liners delivered by grandson Stephen not yet 4. We all ate well, I had the fish, and supped responsibly, and the craic was good in Cricklewood as they say, although we of course were in leafy Lancashire.
My son David, who was 30 on the 17th, is the absolute image of my father, but with a full head of hair, I'm glad to say. If you can believe it, he also walks, with the same loping gait. Then my youngest grandson, Aaron,six months old and teething like billyo, is the spit of my late brother Anthony, even down to, bless him, sticky out lugs. Both sets of brothers bonded together, as they should, and it brought a lump to my throat. Aaron is named after one of Shelley's brothers, who died as the result of an accident as a toddler.
I once saw a marvellous T.V. play, set in a Welsh village, where a young man had suffered a horrible existence, from his tormenting parents. Both had died, and he didn't want to spend eternity with them. The minister, a kindly, truthful man, said that the concept of everlasting life, comes from the idea, that the seed planted in men and women, continues from generation to generation. Now I apologise for this poor interpretation, but the idea seemed like a very logical one to me. The idea that these family traits, can sometimes miss a generation, and then manifest themselves later on, I find fascinating. BTW, the ladies shared a pudding, I think it has something to do with calorific values, if you eat it off someones elses plate, they don't count apparently. Stephen didn't like this too much so he got a spoon and joined in the fun. He did say, that he thought it was a little unfair, because they were bigger than him, and as grandad reminded him, their mouths were bigger, they were eating more. His last great comment was that when the ice cream was melting, it was turning into ice cream soup. Which he promptly tried to hoover up with a straw. From the mouths of babes and sucklings.
I almost forgot, this flower is called Aaron's Rod. I thought it was called something else entirely. When we came home from the restaurant, I tried out the macro setting on my Kodak, and went to check the name in my little book. I had no idea. They self sowed themself last year, and I must ensure that they always remain. I re-took the shot today, because I thought the story would make a nice blip. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed the day.
Aaron's rod, however, is cited twice as exhibiting miraculous power on its own, when not physically in the grasp of its owner. In Exodus 7 (Parshat Va'eira in the Torah), God sends Moses and Aaron to Pharaoh once more, instructing Aaron that when Pharaoh demands to see a miracle, he is to "cast down his rod" and it will become a serpent. When he does so, Pharaoh's sorcerers counter by similarly casting down their own rods which also become serpents, but Aaron's rod/serpent swallows them all.
Finally, adios.