Sunday in Manastirea Humorului

Sunday morning it was cold. There was a hard frost on the ground – but only on the mountain side of the house. I want to get in shape and walking seems like a great way to do that. I head out with my camera in the direction of the Monastery. It is all uphill, but it is a gentle climb. I am not out of breath as I have been on other occasions. These wild strawberries are probably done for the year. What is interesting is that there is no frost in front or across the street – only on the ground nearest the mountain. The roses in front of a neighbor’s house appear to be untouched. I will be able to enjoy them for a while longer.

Sunday at the Monastery is a more important day for the nuns and so instead of simply pealing the bells at the appropriate hours, they play a concert. The nun on the toaca is have a grand time. She is dipping and swaying to the beat of her music. Soon a pair of nuns begins to ring the big bells. They are ringing to beat the band. Then another nun begins to ring a smaller bell. What could be cacophony sounds melodious to the ear. Very soon the church next door begins to play their bells which harmonize well with the Monastery bells. Then the bells from two other churches begin to sound. It is overwhelming to be caught up In such a tremendous call to prayer.