Towns named after animals
Catbrain (been there! Above Bristol.)
...and body parts
Upper Sharp Nose
Lower Sharp Nose
Long Nose Spit
...and a lot about bottoms and stains
5 Mile Bottom
6 Mile Bottom
Toot Hill Butts (actually a road near C.S. Lewis' house in Oxford.)
....strange & unpleasant diseases
and the ones about food:Beer
Cheesefoothead (one of my very favourites)
...now that's too silly:
.....I've left the best for last (drumroll...)
My favourite part of the whole non-play is that we will be inviting poets in our community to write original pieces about the coming of the Messiah, specifically about the longing and expectation. ( I keep thinking about the hymn title,"Come, Thou Long-Expected Jesus.) A few of these poems will be read during the play, sort of modern day versions of the Old Testament prophecies concerning Jesus. So, if you are a Vintage poet-please write!
And we're attempting to pull off an advent blog-really it's blatant plagiarism, sorry, Neal-but hey, feel flattered, because it's a great idea. Basically, we're inviting people to sign up to post a blog entry on a day during the season of Advent (first Sunday in December through Christmas Day). Most likely through the Vintage Faith blog address. The idea is that on your day you can post prose or poetry (original or not), a devotion, picture or whatever you like........ I participated in Neal's lentblog and it ended up being quite meaningful to me. For the first time I took part in Lent, a season with which I'd had little to do. We should start announcing it within the next month at church.......
But on a happier note, B is singing to G one of my favourite Sesame Street songs, "Breakfast Time", a duet between Ernie and Cookie Monster. Good old Jeff Moss, who also wrote 'People in Your Neighborhood'. B's sweet and noble tenor is one of the things that first endeared him to me, along with his goofy repetiore. And G sits beside him, busily rubbing a handful of scarlet runner beans, harvested from our garden. She is officially sweet and clean, being lately come from a bath, nice and damp, clothed in slippery red pajamas. I am glad for my life, and I remember all the good things God has given me, even as I record them. I'm off to read doggie books. Arooff! Aroof!
When all the leaves are gold;
Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out
The year and I are old.
In youth I sought the prince of men,
Captain in cosmic wars,
Our Titan, even the weeds would show
Defiant, to the stars.
But now a great thing in the street
Seems any human nod,
Where shift in strange democracy
The million masks of God.
In youth I sought the golden flower
Hidden in wood or wold,
But I am come to autumn
When all the leaves are gold.
I especially love the line 'where shift in strange democracy/The million masks of God. Very Up With People.
Thank you, Andy Goldsworthy for this picture. (And as always thank you for being such a loyal rosa-sinensis reader. Love those rock stacks!)
'The sun rises every morning. I do not rise every morning; but the variation is due not to my activity, but to my inaction. Now, to put the matter in a popular phrase, it might be true that the sun rises regularly because he never gets tired of rising. His routine might be due, not to a lifelessness, but to a rush of life. The thing I mean can be seen, for instance in children, when they find some game or joke that they specially enjoy. A child kicks his legs rhythmically through excess, not abscence, of life. Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, "Do it again"; and the grown up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, "Do it again" to the sun; and every evening, "Do it again" to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike, it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we."
-G. K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy
photo credit: rr rocketman (nice one!)
Here is what I discovered:
Purple-throated salvia mexicana 'Limelight' blossoms, surrounded by lime green calyces. Pheasantberry heavy with it's scarlet fruit, reminiscent of the dearly missed Laundry Garden in Seamill, Scotland. A Salvia apiana leaf, glowing pale grey in the noonday sun, mysterious scent of dry California hills & split rail fences, And you, scented pelargonium, with velveted tufts against my cheek, you are just too much. These items held in my hand were a riot of colour, and I was at once struck by the unabashed fecundity of God, the feasting, the revelry, the richness of His creation. His richness versus my meagreness. My own poverty of spirit, the paucity with which I love others, and see the world. I am one who has measured out her life in coffeespoons, like T.S. Elliot wrote in the The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock. What a stark contrast: His wild and jovial nature vs. my wooden and staid responses. I sat there in the little mission chapel garden and held a handful of God's garden of earthly delights. Looking around with new eyes, I saw it everywhere. The elegance of water reflected on stone and lily pads floating on green glass.
"In quietness and rest is your salvation"
items of note:
- 327 market
- a paper elephant::heidi
- an organic experience::the other
- aunty suzanne brewer
- bbc 4:: gardener's question time
- bricks in the cave::children's adventure story
- dani the poet
- esther in the garden
- esther's boring garden blog
- etsy::all things handmade
- garden rant: garden blog for the courageous and dirty
- i like it::scotland as few have seen it
- let them parachute in
- lizzy cantu
- loose and leafy::lucy
- mayor of dannyland
- neal breakey
- nori::seaweed girl
- o.t. girl::my favourite anonymous o.t.
- pictures just pictures
- polar goldie cats: (secret: i am tam's little sister)
- sarah::appearing as herself
- sir gibby::b'liciousbennet
- the molly
- vintage faith church
- YWAM Seamill, Scotland: dearly missed
Read Your Way Through the Garden: Choice Tomes From Garden Literature
- A Book of Salvias by Betsy Clebsch
- Botany for Gardeners by Brian Capon
- Making Bentwood Trellises by Jim Long
- RHS Encyclopedia of Plants & Flowers
- Rose Primer: An Organic Approach to Rose Selection & Care by Orin Martin
- Start With the Soil by Grace Gershuny
- Sunset Western Garden Book
- Sunset Western Landscaping Book
- The Book of Garden Secrets by Patent & Bilderback
- The Concise Oxford Dictionary of Botany
- the Gardener's Table: A Guide to Natural Vegetable Growing and Cooking by Richard Merrill & Joe Ortiz
- The Gardener's Year by Karel Capek
- The Hutchinson Dictionary of Plant Names: Common & Botanical
- We Made A Garden by Margaret Fish
lotsa latin: rosa's botanical & etymological ruminations
- vespertinus: flowers in the evening
- veni vidi nates calcalvi: we came, we saw, we kicked butt. This was printed on a T shirt I bought at Abbot's Thrift many years ago. It encircled the NEA symbol. I wish I knew why.
- superciliaris: shaped like an eyebrow ex: sturnella superciliaris, the White-browed Blackbird
- rosa-sinensis: species of Hibiscus: Hibiscus rosa-sinensis. Lit. Rosa of China, so named by British plant hunters.
- placentiformis: shaped like a cake ex: discocactus placentiformis
- nudiflorus: flowers before leaves show ex: flowering quince, magnolia
- nivalis: growing in or near snow ex: galanthus nivalis (common snowdrop)
- muralis: growing on walls
- mirabilis: marvellous, wonderful
- formosa: beautiful ex: dicentra formosa, a.k.a.western bleeding heart/dutchman's breeches/lady in a bath
- carpe vitam: get a life
- Carolus Linnaeus: Latinized name of Carl von Linne (1707-1778), Swedish naturalist considered the father of plant taxonomy. Whatta guy.