Patron Saint of Gardeners

I thought Adam just told God that he was lonely. At that rate God could have given him a number of amusements.

Didn't Adam complain of loneliness? Anyway, he had many options. And they had the run of the entire place. They only had to avoid ONE tree!

Of course, the story would be much different if written by women! Adam getting lost, not asking the animals for directions, peeing everywhere, etc.

But the story was not written, but rather it was told over and over and over again before being jotted down and most likely it got all messed up like any whispered story does.

So perhaps Adam ate a banana while she just stood by being skeptical and picky. Then a tree rat peered down at him and simotaneously Eve jumped up on a rock and screamed bloody murder, not because of the tree rat, but because she caught a glimpse in the water of the new cloths that Adam designed for her whichcertainly didn't pass her inherent fine sense of fashion. She hated leaving the garden in her ridiculous new outfit complete with a pair of 5 inch stilettos. Adam was no Christian Dior. It was a real "what not to wear moment". Plus she was well aware that once expelled from the garden the deer and rabbits would ravage it in a one night. Not a single tulip or lily would be left or a head of lettuce. Time hasn't changed a thing. Women taking the blame, too many rabbits, tree rats and deer and still mostly men designers of clothing for women that are neither practical or comfortable. Sorry Victor. Patti

Brilliant!

And the women keep buying them!

I loved my very high heels and can't throw them out, especially not for the MM red ones!

Yes - if Adam invented high heels, he has my gratitude.

Do you wear the red ones, too?

Ah, so Victor looks good in red? But Pirl, do you garden in yours? When I ditched the first H, I looked for one who was more my size, thus no more high heels. Free at last. Now I just stand on a ladder every once in a while when I get the urge to tower. Patti

He only wears them with his French Maid's outfit.

Speaking of Saints, now that Fiacre is the new big deal, where does this leave Francis of Assisi ???

I just looked in my old "Lives of the Saints" book, and Fiacre isn't even listed !
I'm calling the Vatican...

I don't wear them in the garden unless I'm aerating the lawn, Patti. Actually they look a bit silly with my gardening duds.

JD - I think the Vatican is closed for "Winter Recess".

i bet victor's red high heels make him very popular 'round the Big House.
; )
Yay - someone else mentioned my favourite - St. Francis. 12 yrs of Catholic school (and 16 yrs of Masses), and all i came away with is a love for theatre and ritual, and a love of St. Francis, the original hippie. (Francis is my confirmation name - big todo about whether or not i could have a"male" confirmation name at the time, but "Frances" is a whole different saint. I got my way, and now it is what i use as my middle name, both professionally and socially...)

amy francis
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The female equivalent to St. Francis of Assisi is the Blessed Kateri Tekawitha, the patron of ecology. When my cousin entered the convent that was the name she took.

That's just nunsense, so I'll tekawitha grain of salt.

Oh Mike. Groannnnnn!

This time, I'LL go to the basement! It's probably warmer down there anyway.

I just realized that I have an outdoor statue of St. Fiacre. It's one of those resin things and has his name at the base...but the way it's written, in sort of old style script, it looks like St. FIDCRE...no wonder I could never find anything on him.

Oh, the things we learn on here...

You better go to the basement, Michael!

My cousin ended up leaving the convent, marrying and having seven kids.

Pirl, what did victor say about sterility and St. Fiacre I guess your cousin prayed real well.
Patti

Good one Patti! Boy that's a change in plan - nun to mother of seven.

just like Maria von Trapp !

I must say that I once stayed at the Trapp Family place in Stowe Vt for a week and it was the most inhospitable place I have ever stayed in. Bar none. Except for the wait staff and cleaning staff, the place was run by the very kind of people that the Von Trapp's had fled from. Tea ended at 3, so almost no one was ever off the mt from skiing by then, so almost no one had tea or anything warm until dinner. They took great pleasure is denying us even just some hot water to use with our own bags. Plus no children allowed in the pool even when there were no adults 4 and 6, so no kids got to swim after skiing. So the pool was empty. No one said anything as you walked through the lobby. It was creepy, cold and devastating to our young son at the time who was a huge fan of the story. A bunch of sour pickles. We do have a mess of lovely trumpet jades that we started from a pinched leaf the last day they refused us a cup of tea again. I talked to the dining room staff and they acknowledged that this was a common complaint. I wrote to them, but never heard back. I wanted to make a new outfit from the curtains, but I was sure they would send the Gestapo to Nantucket after me. Patti

Oh my, Patti!
That is a sad, sad story

What a horror story, Patti.

Awful! Sounds like a trap!

For winter reading we could start a thread on horror vacations and I could tell about the motel room with blood all over the bathroom walls!

Yikes, not for real? Pirl, say it ain't so! But do tell if it is, names please. Patti

We were traveling to see Lake Norman, in North Carolina, with the thought of moving there. So, about two hours after leaving 95, headed west, we were on dark roads and turned at the first chance of finding a room. The whole town was one gas station and a motel with an attached restaurant. The guy at the desk told my husband we better get into the restaurant fast because they stopped serving at 9 PM and it was about ten minutes away.

I went right to the restaurant and noticed the brownish ceilings. It wasn't the work of an interior designer but lack of cleaning and it was grease I was seeing from the open "grill". With all the deep fried food on the menu I ordered two grilled cheese sandwiches for us. Jack, my DH, soon arrived and hadn't checked out the room.

On the way to the room we noticed the motel office had their lights out already - perhaps a clue that we had no choice but to accept whatever we were about to face.

The room looked fine but I went to the bathroom and let out a shriek! The walls around the tub had dried blood in huge splotches and long drip marks. The walls around the mirror over the sink were also filled with blood. Obviously the maid took her job seriously because the mirror, toilet, tub and floor were clean. Walls weren't part of her job!

I pulled back the sheets and found more blood. I pulled up the comforter and we slept in our clothes with the chair and all of our luggage piled against the door, expecting some crazed madman to burst through the door and take us as his next victims. There was no phone in the room either!

We left before 6 AM - no shower, no breakfast!

Aye Aye Aye !!! These are indeed Horror Stories. I'm really shocked at the Von Trapp hotel story...(great review, Patti ! ) and pirl...are you sure you weren't at the Bates Motel ???

No, not the Bates. Norman was touring in Transylvania at the time.

Gross and shocking, Pirl! Should have called the cops once you were miles away! Hope the rate was good.

We never even thought of it, strangely enough. We were so glad to be alive!

As you must realize we didn't choose Lake Norman but beautiful Southold instead, for our retirement.

A friend of mine reserved a van at a rental place once, and when he got there, they had lost his order, and so he didn't get a van. He was moving, and was desperate to find a van, so he called one of those rent-a-wreck places...and that's exactly what he got!

There was dried blood all over everything, and the sides of the thing were ridlled with bullet holes...God only knows what all it had been involved in, but it did run OK and served it's purpose. It was amazingly cheap, too.

We still get a good laugh out of that story.

Al Capone special.

Boy, you said it. His girlfriend wouldn't even ride in it. You should have seen the looks on the faces of the tenants in the new place he was moving in to...LOL

He must have said five hundred times, "This ISN'T MY van...."

Too funny!

My nephew was on his motorcycle, with his girlfriend, and they were riding behind one of those rental trucks that made a wide turn and threw them both from the bike, ending with her having a broken leg and my nephew having a short hospital stay. The police told them never to follow a rental truck since many are driven by totally inexperienced people who have never driven one before. Good information.

Back to the von Trapp family, we used to have a record, you know, vinyl, LP, whatever, of the Trapp family singers - and I grew up with The Sound of Music and went on to major in music etc. But this album was truly bad. luckily, it was too late to change my mind about music, and Julie Andrews is still good. Incidentally, it's not even winter yet!
xx, Carrie

Scary stories!! Eleanor

Someone who is "knowledgeable" about music and singing told me that it would be vitrtually impossible to sing in a high voice like Julie Andrews did in that Alpine altitude. I've never been there, so I wouldn't know.

I'm at sea level, and I can't sing here, either.

So, where CAN you sing?

Under water?