Sunday, 28 August 2016


"Paeonia 'Red' -- Peonies", drawing by Sarah "Sallie" Thayer, 2016

The peony is a flowering plant in the genus, Paeonia, the only genus in the family, Paeoniaceae. The plant is native to Asia (mainly China) with some species being found in Europe and Western North America. At present, there are 33 known species. Most of these are herbaceous perennials, but some are woody shrubs. They have compound leaves and large, often fragrant flowers, in colors ranging from red to white or yellow. Peonies are among the most popular garden plants in temperate regions. 

Both the proper name, Paeonia, and the common name, Peony, come from the Old English word, peonie. These names originated with the Greek word, Παιών, (Paeon in English script) which was the name of the physician who looked after the gods and goddesses of Greek mythology. 

There are two common myths about how the peony came into being: 

In the first account, we are told that Paeon was a student of Asclepius, the god of medicine and healing. He was once instructed by Leto (Apollo's mother and goddess of fertility) to obtain a magical root growing on Mount Olympus that would soothe the pain of women during childbirth. Asclepius became jealous and threatened to kill his pupil. Zeus saved Paeon from the wrath of Asclepius by turning him into the peony flower. 

[In ancient times, peony seeds were, in fact, used by pregnant women who believed that they did, indeed, soothe the pains of childbearing. In fact, during centuries past, peony seeds were used to soothe the pains of childbearing. As well, the plant’s roots and seeds were believed to cure over twenty diseases including epilepsy and snake bites. In England, very young children once wore peony root necklaces to prevent seizures and help soothe the pain of teething.] 

In the other account, both the name and origin of the peony are said to have originated because of a nymph by the name of Paeonia. Paeonia was beautiful and attracted the attention of Apollo, who began to flirt with her. When Paeonia realized that Aphrodite was watching them, she became bashful and embarrassed, blushing a bright red.  In her anger, ever-jealous Aphrodite transforms the nymph into a red peony. This might well be the reason the peony has come to symbolize bashfulness!

"Paeonia 'Pink' -- Peony",
drawing by Sarah "Sallie" Thayer
As some of you may recall, this is not my first drawing of peonies. There have, in fact, been a number of other drawings of this plant featured over the past years.  Here is a sampling...

"Paeonia 'Salmon' -- Peony",
drawing by Sarah "Sallie" Thayer

Much of the text above was taken from various Internet sources.


"Suki Settles Down for Her Nap"
Today, I had planned to write a bit about some of the silly mischief that Suki still gets into in spite of all her pain. However, after a week of fighting with her about the amount of food she needs, I am going to tell you about her cunningly clever way of trying to get me to feed her all she wants.

You may recall my telling you about the vet's request that I make certain that Suki begin dieting so that she could lose a couple of pounds.  According to the doctor, less weight would mean less pain for Suki as excess weight tends to increase the problems associated with arthritis and ruptured ligaments.

So, I put Suki on a very strict diet of 1/2 a can of her favourite food 4 times each day -- these cans are the small ones, 85 grams in total weight.  For over two months, I forced myself to put up with Suki's begging, pleading, crying for more food.  Even though I wanted to give in many times, I kept reminding myself that I was doing this so that Suki would eventually experience less pain.

After eight weeks, I weighed Miss Suki and was delighted to discover that she had lost 2 pounds! However, while I was pleased with the results, I also realized that I had to make certain now that she did not lose any additional weight. After all, two pounds is a lot of weight loss for a cat whose top weight has only been 13 pounds.

Thus, I began my current project of trying to find the right balance between Suki's desire for food and what she actually needs to stay healthy and lean. I mean, if I listened only to Suki instead of common sense, I would be feeding her at least 4 cans of turkey and gravy every day plus a handful of cat treats every couple of hours! She does like her food.

So, instead of just giving Suki what she craves, I have been offering her a small amount of her favourite dry food after she has finished her breakfast and lunch portions of the turkey and gravy.  She is very fond of this dry food and would eat quite a bit of it each day back when I left a bowl of it out for her to "graze" anytime she felt like it.

Somehow, now that I am offering Suki this additional food, she has made the assumption that this means that I must have been influenced by all her "begging, pleading, crying" -- although it took two months for me to react. So, instead of being satisfied and appreciative because I am now giving her a bit more food each day, Suki has actually increased her efforts to manipulate me into returning the amount of food available to her each day to those pre-dieting amounts.

Suki's latest tactic in her fight to win this food war is so extreme that she is now putting both our lives at risk.  Don't laugh, I am not exaggerating.  Once I explain what she is doing, you will see just how serious her behaviour has become. Now, let me tell you just what she is doing.

At mealtime, I always give Suki her food first so that she leaves me alone while I prepare my own food.  Although she finishes her meal before I finish my activities in the kitchen, she has, in the past, usually gone elsewhere after completing her meal to give herself her after-eating bath.  

These days, however, after finishing her meal, she waits, expectantly, for something additional -- the small bit of the dry food that I give her. After finishing that, she now no longer leaves the kitchen, but begins to follow me around the kitchen the same way she does when she is very hungry.  Do you see the problem here?

As I try to finish the few tasks required in order for me to prepare my own meal, Suki puts us both in danger by following me and then lying down behind me each time I stop.  This means that in order to keep from stepping on the cat with possibly deadly force or to keep from tripping on the cat so that I fall with possibly deadly force, I have to remain constantly aware of Suki's whereabouts, looking down at the floor carefully before taking any steps at all. This is very difficult for an old lady who easily forgets things.

Because of Suki's behaviour, I have almost fallen a couple of times during this past week.  I have, as well, also stepped on Suki's tail twice and her right, front paw once -- much to her distress I might add!  So, I am trying very hard to teach myself to always remember to look down at my feet before taking a single step when Suki and I are both in the kitchen at the same time. Still, even with my best efforts, I do forget occasionally. 

Thus far, nothing serious has happened, but I fear for the future. It seems that Suki has made the matter of getting her food amounts returned to the pre-dieting days level a matter of life and death.  I actually feel as though she is coercing me into doing what she wants. It seems almost as though she is saying: "give me what I want or risk our lives every time you go into the kitchen!"  But, surely that isn't the case as no cat could be that devious, could they?

As for me, other than having to risk my life four times a day in the kitchen, I am doing much the same.  For the moment, all my medications continue to do their job at their present levels which means that my pain awareness has not increased.

I did have some unexpected visitors this past week -- a dear friend and her daughter.  They phoned on Tuesday afternoon to ask if it would be possible for them to drop by for a visit on Wednesday afternoon.  I, happily, told them to please stop by for a visit which they did the following day.  

I met this friend almost 30 years ago when we did a course of study together.  She was at least 25 years younger, but we became good friends anyhow.  I have watched over the years as she met and then married a great guy, had a daughter and then raised that daughter, with her husband, so that today she is a lovely, young woman just about to enter her second year of university.  It was really good to see them again.

This coming week I have an appointment with the ophthalmologist and I am not looking forward to it.  I am pretty certain that I will get scolded rather badly for being a non-compliant patient -- in other words, I haven't been using the drops that will keep my eyes from getting worse.  Well, what can I say ... the drops make my eyes burn for a long time after I put them in.  In fact, sometimes the drops cause so much discomfort that I can't do anything for hours afterwards except keep my eyes shut.  How can I do any art work with my eyes shut?  

Oh, well, what can I say other than my usual ... c'est la vie!



"Icon -- Christ the Teacher", drawing by Sarah "Sallie" Thayer, rev. 2015

On the Sabbath, Jesus went to dine at the home of one of the leading Pharisees and the people there were observing him carefully. He told a parable to those who had been invited, noticing how they were choosing the places of honour at the table.
“When you are invited by someone to a wedding banquet, do not recline at table in the place of honor. A more distinguished guest than you may have been invited by him, and the host who invited both of you may approach you and say, ‘Give your place to this man,’ and then you would proceed with embarrassment to take the lowest place. Rather, when you are invited, go and take the lowest place so that when the host comes to you he may say, ‘My friend, move up to a higher position.’ Then you will enjoy the esteem of your companions at the table. For every one who exalts himself will be humbled, but the one who humbles himself will be exalted.” Then he said to the host who invited him, “When you hold a lunch or a dinner, do not invite your friends or your brothers or your relatives or your wealthy neighbors, in case they may invite you back and you have repayment. Rather, when you hold a banquet, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind; blessed indeed will you be because of their inability to repay you. For you will be repaid at the resurrection of the righteous.” Luke 14:1, 7-14

Sunday, 21 August 2016

Agastache 'Blue' and Bumblebee

"Agastache 'Blue' and Bumblebee", drawing by Sarah "Sallie" Thayer, 2016

This drawing should actually be named "Agastache 'Blue' and Bumblebee for Michael" since I did the drawing at the request of my friend, Michael. Let me explain...

A couple of weeks ago, Michael sent me a photo of what appeared to be a flowering, spiky plant of the genus, Agastache.  Visible in the photo was a portion of one spike with a bee busily at work on one of the flowers.  The photo came with the question...  did I think that I would be able to do a drawing for him of a flowering spike, including the bumblebee.  Since I love a challenge, I said "yes" and here, some days later, is the first draft.  

I have just sent a copy of this first attempt to my friend, Michael.  I will let you know in my next posting what he has to say about it and what kind of changes he may want me to make.

Now, here is just a bit of information on the genus, Agastache.

Agastache (also known as giant hyssop) is a genus of fragrant, flowering plants in the family, Lamiaceae. The majority of species are native to North America with one member of the genus being found in eastern Asia. 

Most species of Agastache are upright with stiff, angular stems clothed in toothed-edged, lance shaped leaves. Upright spikes of tubular flowers develop at the stem tips in summer. The flowers are usually white, pink, mauve, or purple and are very attractive to bees. Leaf tips can be eaten and made into teas. 

Agastache comes from the ancient Greek, ἄγαν, meaning “very much” plus, στάχυς, meaning “ear of corn”, so called on account of the multiple flowering spikes of the plant. Thus, Agastache is said to mean "many spikes".

Portions of the above text were taken from various Internet sources.


Here are a few new photos of Rònàn and Braden.  Enjoy!

Braden and Ro working on the wrestling routines.
"Hey, guys, wasn't Braden supposed to end up on top?"

Braden reads to his little brother, Rònàn 

Braden and Rònàn, brothers.



Here is the poster I made for
"Black Cat Appreciation Day",
August 17th, 2016
I hope some of you knew it was Black Cat Appreciation Day on the 17th of August and took a moment to say a kind word to a black cat of your acquaintance!

I did not even know there was such a thing as Black Cat Appreciation Day until I saw a posting about it on Facebook on the 18th of August!  So, obviously, I was not able to do something special for Suki on her special day.  I begged her forgiveness and told her that I have posted a reminder in my date book in the note section for 2017. Next year, therefore, I shall do something special for Suki on that day -- maybe even make her a turkey and gravy "cake"!

As for how Suki is doing otherwise, let me just say that she continues to manage reasonably well within her limitations. Let me explain...

Although she continues to jump up onto her favourite chairs and onto the bed, I notice that she no longer jumps up onto the top of her scratching post -- she used to love to sit there and observe her world from that vantage point. Nor does she ever stand on her hind legs and lean into the post to sharpen her front claws as she did for so many years. 

As well, I have noticed that she no longer tries to play with any of her toys, all of which would require that she push and chase while standing on all fours.  She will still play with a ribbon if I hold it over her while she is lying down, but she no longer even tries to jump up and grab things.  Even the little laser light cannot get her moving.  She will try to grab the light, but she does so while continuing to lie down.

So, while her medication appears to be masking the pain well enough so that she can do the basics -- eat, use the litter box and jump up onto the places where she prefers to sleep -- she still must be in enough pain so that she is unwilling to be any more active than is absolutely necessary.

I, also, continue to manage reasonably well within my limitations! At present, the levels of pain medication that I am taking do mask the pain reasonably well -- most of the time.  My doctor has recommended a natural sleep remedy which seems to be working reasonably well -- well enough that is so that I am usually able to fall asleep before my awareness of the pain takes over and keeps me from getting any sleep at all (those are very bad nights).

I continue to be able to move the computer mouse easily enough so that for a few hours each morning I can work on my art projects before the activity begins to get too painful. In the afternoon, I continue to be able to find new movies and TV series to stream which keep me lost in various stories, seldom consciously aware of the pain, until it is time for bed.  Thus my life goes on...

As for any special activities scheduled for me in the week ahead, there is only one -- an appointment with one of my many doctors for prescription renewals and follow-up.  Not very exciting, but necessary. Otherwise, it looks as though it will be a very normal and quiet week for me -- my favourite kind....



"Strive to enter through the narrow gate...", drawing by Sarah "Sallie" Thayer, 2016

Jesus passed through towns and villages, teaching as he went and making his way to Jerusalem. Someone asked him, “Lord, will only a few people be saved?” He answered them, “Strive to enter through the narrow gate, for many, I tell you, will attempt to enter but will not be strong enough. After the master of the house has arisen and locked the door, then will you stand outside knocking and saying, ‘Lord, open the door for us.’ He will say to you in reply, ‘I do not know where you are from. And you will say, ‘We ate and drank in your company and you taught in our streets.’ Then he will say to you, ‘I do not know where you are from. Depart from me, all you evildoers!’ And there will be wailing and grinding of teeth when you see Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob and all the prophets in the kingdom of God and you yourselves cast out. And people will come from the east and the west and from the north and the south and will recline at table in the kingdom of God. For behold, some are last who will be first, and some are first who will be last.” Luke 13:22-30

Sunday, 14 August 2016

Oxalis versicolor - Candy Cane Sorrel

"Oxalis versicolour -- Candy Cane Sorrel", drawing by Sarah "Sallie" Thayer, 2016

Oxalis versicolour, commonly known as Candy Cane Sorrel, produces a number of strikingly spectacular flowers. When open, each of the 1 to 1½" flowers show off five white petals tinged with red.  As attractive as these flowers are in full bloom, they are even more striking when they have not quite opened completely and display a red and white striped pattern – looking for all the world like one of those trees children dream about – a candy tree full of peppermint sticks!

Sadly, the flowers and leaves of Oxalis versicolour – like all members of the genus – contain oxalic acid, giving the leaves and flowers a sour taste. While some people are said to find the taste refreshing, it certainly is not the taste a young child would be looking for when it comes to candy! As well, if you ingest too much oxalic acid, it could prove toxic. 

Oxalis is by far the largest genus in the wood-sorrel family Oxalidaceae. The genus occurs throughout most of the world, except for the polar areas. Species diversity is particularly rich in tropical Brazil, Mexico and South Africa. Today’s featured plant is native to South Africa.

Oxalis is Latin and was derived from the Greek word “oxus” meaning sour -- referring, of course, to the taste of oxalic acid which is found particularly in the leaves and roots of these plants. The term “versicolour” originated in the early 18th century and was created by combining the Latin word “versus” (changing or turning) with the word colour.

"Oxalis convexula", drawing by
Sarah "Sallie" Thayer, 2010
Although Oxalis is a large genus, I have only tried drawing one other member of this grouping, Oxalis convexula, which I featured in a column back in 2010.  The flowers of this particular wood sorrel are normally pink in colour; however, back in 2010, I was experimenting with some software that allowed me to change the colours of a drawing with one keystroke.  So, I ended up with blue flowers and a drawing which I enjoy revisiting even to this day. 

Some portions of the above text were taken from various Internet sources.


My boys stay very busy these days doing lots of interesting things, including:


The boys feed the goat -- with a bit of help from their Dad!

Braden shows his little brother how to milk a cow!


Braden gently holds Python reticulatus!

Ro reaches out eagerly to pet Python reticulatus!


The brothers take a "road trip" in this vehicle with two steering wheels!  


Playing safe -- and enjoying the water!

Braden turns out to be the tallest boy in his first martial arts class!



Suki the Contemplative!
The vet telephoned me on Wednesday of this past week to see how Suki is doing.  She asked me two specific questions regarding Suki's health...

First, she asked me if Suki's medication appeared to be managing her pain; secondly, she asked whether Suki had thrown up again since we had last adjusted the amount of the pain medication she was taking.  I answered "yes" to her first question and a cocky "no way" to her second.  

Now, I'm thinking that perhaps I jinxed the situation when I assured the vet that Suki was doing fine and hadn't had any problems with anything, including throwing up just after eating.  And why would I think that I had jinxed things?  Well, because that very evening, shortly after Suki finished eating her supper, she threw it all up again!

Then Friday night, shortly after I had given Suki a bedtime snack, I heard the unmistakable sounds of Suki "losing her cookies" as they say.  Half an hour later, after cleaning things up, I collapsed into my own bed.  As I fell asleep, I was trying to figure out what I should tell the vet when I telephone her on Monday!

Poor Suki... she has enough problems without having this food problem as well.  Thankfully, she hasn't thrown up again since Friday night; however, from now on, I will never again be so cocky when it comes to reporting on Suki's health.

As for me...

It was another quiet week with no medical appointments or any other kind of appointment!  Joycelyn came to help me at her regular times throughout the week, I visited with my neighbour, as usual, on Friday morning and several dear friends telephoned me. In fact, I expected this past week to be without anything unusual or unexpected.

Then on Thursday I received an email from a dear friend I had not seen in a year and from whom I had not heard for at least the past six months.  Her email told me that she in visiting her family here in Toronto and that she was hoping she could come and visit me while she was here.  I replied immediately, telling her that she was welcome any time.  In response, I got an email asking if a visit on Saturday (yesterday) would be OK.  My reply was "Yes, yes, yes!". We had a wonderful visit and even celebrated her birthday (today) with coffee and trifle!   

As for the week ahead, it should be another quiet one, but, then, I thought that was going to be the case for this past week as well. We just never know, do we?



"Icon -- Christ the Teacher", by the hand of Sarah "Sallie" Thayer, rev. 2014

Jesus said to his disciples: “I have come to set the earth on fire, and how I wish it were already blazing! There is a baptism with which I must be baptized, and how great is my anguish until it is accomplished! Do you think that I have come to establish peace on the earth? No, I tell you, but rather division. From now on a household of five will be divided, three against two and two against three; a father will be divided against his son and a son against his father, a mother against her daughter and a daughter against her mother, a mother-in-law against her daughter-in-law and a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law.”  Luke 12:49-53

Sunday, 7 August 2016

Hosta clausa var. normalis

"Hosta clausa var. normalis 'Plus' ", drawing by 
Sarah "Sallie" Thayer, 2016

This drawing was inspired by a couple of photos taken by an acquaintance of mine. One photo showed a laneway lined on both sides by rows and rows of tiny lavender-coloured flowers; the other photo was a close-up of one of the blossoms. I was so intrigued by these stalks of tiny flowers that I decided to do a drawing of them.

When I researched the flower featured in these photos, I discovered that it was a member of the genus, Hosta and was, most likely, a cultivar of the species, “clausa”. There are a number of varieties of Hosta clausa including Hosta clausa var. normalis. Even this cultivar comes in several variations. Today’s featured drawing illustrates this. Let me explain... 

Hosta clausa var. normalis is a variety of Hosta clausa whose flowers open normally. Clausa, by the way, is Latin for “closed”. This particular plant is so named as the flowers produced by Hosta clausa never open while those of the variety “normalis”, open normally. 

The cultivar in my drawing is another variety of Hosta clausa var. normalis as evidenced by the colouring of the leaves. The usual leaves of Hosta clausa var. normalis are a solid, rich green in colour. The leaves in my drawing have green centres with greenish-white borders similar to another variety of Hosta. Unfortunately, I do not know the name of this cultivar although it reminds me of a Hosta clausa var. normalis that I saw once which, I believe, was called ‘A Many Splendoured Thing’! Since the actual name of the cultivar in my drawing is unknown to me, I am simply calling it 'Plus'. 

Hosta clausa
var. normalis 'Plus'
By the way, the genus, Hosta, was named after Nicolaus Thomas Host, 19th century Austrian botanist and physician to the Austrian emperor. Hostas are members of the family, Asparagaceae

Hosta clausa is native to central and northern Korea. As I was doing this drawing, I often found myself thinking about all those North American men and women who, after suffering through Korea’s brutal winters in foxholes and tents, would have been delighted to see spring arrive and to see these lilac-coloured flowers growing wild – covering the deserted fields now filled with land mines and the rusting remains of modern warfare. 

I was in the 4th grade when the “police action” began in Korea. My family was living, at that time, in a small town in central Tennessee. My sister, Janet, whose passing I told you about in last week’s posting, was already in Grade 11 and her steady boyfriend, Pete, had just finished high school, grabbed by the army and sent to Korea. 

Janet wrote letters faithfully as did Pete and even though I was only 8 years old; I was fascinated by these letters and would try to sneak a peek at them if possible. The very best letters contained black and white photos – the kind taken by a cheap brownie. In these tiny photographs were pictures of young men standing beside unbelievably high snow drifts. You really couldn’t identify anyone as everyone’s faces were almost completely covered! In the months that followed there were also photos of what looked like lovely fields of wild grass filled with tents, jeeps and big guns. 

Hosta clausa
var. normalis 'Plus'
At that age, I really couldn’t understand what this all meant, but I knew that my sister, Janet, was concerned and if a week went by without a letter from Pete, she would begin to look very worried indeed. 

Years later when M*A*S*H appeared on our TV screens, I begin to understand what was really going on at that time in Korea and why young men and women from so many countries had suffered and died there. As well, I finally understood why my sister had waited so anxiously for those letters to arrive each week.



Suki was enjoying a fairly quiet and uneventful week until Friday. I have no idea what changed between Thursday and Friday, but Friday morning begin with Suki regurgitating her breakfast almost as soon as she had eaten it!

Personally, I think this problem occurs because Suki gobbles her food down so quickly that her poor,  little tummy is overwhelmed ... but what do I know.  Anyway, throwing up is one of those events about which the books say "watch your cat carefully and if there are any further signs of distress, take the cat to your vet immediately."  So, I begin to "watch carefully".

It was a very boring watch as Suki settled down to sleep and did not move again until shortly before noon.  So, I thought: "well, maybe it was just one of those things that happens and it means nothing" and went ahead and gave Suki her lunch.  She gobbled it down and then immediately threw it up again!  Now I was really getting worried.

However, after she begged a bit to be fed again, Suki went back to her favourite chair and settled down to sleep until close to her supper time (6 p.m.).  By now, I was afraid to give her any more of the turkey and gravy and, instead, gave her just a bit of her "crunchies". She ate them quickly and they stayed down.  So, at bedtime, I gave her a bit more of the dry food. That stayed down as well.  I went to bed a bit more hopeful that I wouldn't be making a trip to the vet on Saturday. 

On Saturday morning, I bravely decided to give Suki a small helping of her beloved turkey and gravy.  To my delight, it stayed down.  However, I knew the big test would come at lunch time when I not only feed Suki but I give her the daily dose of pain medication as well. 

I gave Suki her daily dose of that good painkiller and that was followed by a dish of turkey and gravy.  After she finished eating, I watched her carefully and, once again, nothing happened.  She remained in the kitchen while I prepared my own lunch -- all the while begging for me to give her a couple of her cat treats (she loves those things). When Suki realized that she wasn't going to get anything else to eat, she headed for one of her "favourite" chairs and settled in for a long sleep. 

So, here it is on Sunday morning and Suki continues to do well.  If things continue this way, then I won't be having to make another one of those incredibly expensive visits to the vet!

As for me, I am not doing too well these days.  Not to worry, it is nothing serious. I am just feeling the effects that result from trying to establish new medication levels in my body.  When I saw the pain clinic doctor recently, he decided that several of my medications needed to be changed so that I was achieving a better balance between the drugs I take for joint and bone pain and those I require for nerve pain.  It is never easy to make changes and so my body is presently in a state of mild rebellion over it all!

Ah, well, this too shall pass.  Meanwhile, I am facing a week without any appointments scheduled.  This pleases me very much as the weather in this part of the world continues to be really hot and humid with daytime highs in the 90s.  This means that I can stay inside in my lovely, air-conditioned apartment and avoid the heat completely.  

Still missing my sister very much, of course. I am now thinking about how to make certain that all those things I have in my home which hold special meaning for our family can be gotten to my niece and nephew and their families. I also want to make certain that they know the stories behind these items -- so I am determined to make my aching fingers write down some of those stories so that they won't be lost just yet.



"Icon - The Transfiguration", by the  hand of Sarah "Sallie" Thayer, 2016 rev.

Jesus took Peter, John, and James and went up a mountain to pray. While he was praying his face changed in appearance and his clothing became dazzling white. And behold, two men were conversing with him, Moses and Elijah, who appeared in glory and spoke of his exodus that he was going to accomplish in Jerusalem. Peter and his companions had been overcome by sleep, but becoming fully awake, they saw his glory and the two men standing with him. As they were about to part from him, Peter said to Jesus, “Master, it is good that we are here; let us make three tents, one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah.” But he did not know what he was saying. While he was still speaking, a cloud came and cast a shadow over them, and they became frightened when they entered the cloud. Then from the cloud came a voice that said, “This is my chosen Son; listen to him.” After the voice had spoken, Jesus was found alone. They fell silent and did not at that time tell anyone what they had seen.  Luke 9:28b-36