Happy Pentecost

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Guerrilla Gardening

Did some yesterday in my parents' garden. I prefer doing theirs to doing my own garden in a lot of ways; the thought that the new flowers in the front garden will great someone when they get home, is a good one. They have so many pots, that a couple of trays of bedding plants only scratch the surface of floral possibilities, but a start has been made after the gloomy wet weather.
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Location:A garden in the suburbs

Still experimenting

Well that makes adding photos easy. This is going to be fun. Previously, on BB, I was getting my own photos via a very laborious route.

Yup, I'm growing a treble clef in my herb garden. Treble clefs and sage; it's all about companion planting, as any organic gardener will tell you.


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Blogging from the iPad

Now I have the app, hopefully, things will be easier.

You just can't fight apple...


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Name calling

God is Dead Nietzsche Nietzsche is dead God The Pope is a dictator, schismatic... Hans Küng. Hans Küng is... Is in need of a new cardie. Me. The Pope is the boss. Also me.

La la la

Hams Küng, no-one's listening to you. No-one's been listening for a long time. Back to the garden and St Edith Stein....

Check out the intro

I'm reading one of St Edith Stein's books at the mo and the translator's intro is hilarious or infuriating or both on account of the heavy Woman's Hour, poor old women slant.

It is a great shame that St Theresa Benedicta of the Cross could not gain an appointment as a university lecturer in the 30s and then was barred anyway on account of being Jewish.  Cambridge didn't award degrees to woman til 1948 etc etc.  Incidentally, one of my mother's great aunts graduated from UCG in the 20s and then became a nun in the 30s.  Before entering, she commuted by motor cycle from the family home in West Clare to the convent she taught in in Limerick.  We have her graduation photo.  She looks very sensitive and gentle.

It's just not clear from St Edith Stein's writing that she felt terribly sorry for herself, or unable to do anything on account of the obstacles put in her way.  She didn't exactly waste her time moaning, for sure.