O Blessed Archangel Gabriel, we beseech thee, do thou intercede for us at the throne of divine Mercy in our present necessities, that as thou didst announce to Mary the mystery of the Incarnation, so through thy prayers and patronage in heaven we may obtain the benefits of the same, and sing the praise of God forever in the land of the living. Amen.
St. Michael the Archangel,
defend us in battle.
Be our defense against the wickedness and snares of the Devil.
May God rebuke him, we humbly pray,
and do thou,
O Prince of the heavenly hosts,
by the power of God,
thrust into hell Satan,
and all the evil spirits,
who prowl about the world
seeking the ruin of souls. Amen.
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I love 1960s style.
The lines are wonderful – soft, yet geometric, with lovely texture and tailoring. Patterns, bold splashes of colour, and, best of all, whimsy. Just look at the deviltry just below the surface on Keith Moon’s face, not to mention the gleam in Pete Townshend’s eyes. Glorious. Their expressions sum up 60s fashion perfectly, brimming with barely suppressed mischief.
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I went on a Facebook “holiday” about a week ago, just for a few days, to give my brain a break. For months I’ve been watching the crazy get crazier, my social feeds filling up with rants, ire and vitriol, as people whom I have considered dear friends for years (decades in some cases) melt down and say unspeakable things about people who hold my dearly-held beliefs.
The election of President Trump in the U.S. has been a major catalyst for the temper-storm, but it started long before then, with intellectual posturing and declarations of received wisdom, finally melting down into name calling and handbags-at-twenty-paces girl fights.
What on earth happened? Continue reading “What is my Tribe?”
Since moving to the country, it struck me that it would be a great idea to plant a proper garden.
We could grow vegetables — a natural garden on our own soil, without chemicals or pesticides, or any of that other icky stuff.
I imagined tidy raised beds, plants marshalled row upon row, with cute little metal stakes to delineate the tomatoes, cucumbers, beans, carrots, and whatever other things people usually grow in vegetable gardens. Neat, orderly, perfect.
Our house in the city had beautiful gardens. Well tended flower beds, trees with “good bones”, a bumper crop of roses, and a raspberry bush that threatened each year to consume the entire back garden wall, and produced buckets of bright, sweet red berries. Of course, my input into those gardens consisted of, “Um…I don’t know. Put in something pretty that matches the other plants.” and “Oh, that? That’s the blue one. I haven’t got a clue what kind of plant it is.” Continue reading “Embracing Country Life — Adventures in Gardening”