Today, after Church (where the sermon was on the Parable of the mustard seed, not the easiest of texts to understand, particularly as it is only 2 verses long), I collected the communal watering can and filled it at the outside tap, bringing it back to water all my pots.
I paid particular attention to the "Two Sisters", and not just to the flowers but also to the body of Mammouth as well in case it gets too dry and blows over in the wind as it is intrinsically rather light. I was admiring Miss Pig. TBSITW planted some ivy at the front to form a fringe, and it has thrived and grown sufficiently that it could act rather as the hair of Rapunzel, which was long enough to let down from her tower to allow her favoured prince to climb up.
Coming out of Church you immediately appreciate that the weather today is warm and humid. It is not as summery as earlier in the week, but the Church is so cold that it was like coming out into a warm bath.
I am going to make potato salad this afternoon, but otherwise have nothing planned. "The Thunderbolt Kid" by Bill Bryson awaits, following a recommendation on another blog, but at this moment I can't remember whose.
Later: I went to Wikipedia to look up the story of Rapunzel, which was even darker than I remembered and I had quite forgotten that it was the witch who called out "Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your hair" and the Prince overheard her and thus found out how to reach Rapunzel in her tower. If you want to know more, go to Wikipedia.
Sunday, 27 July 2008
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Most of the old fairy tales were rather Grimm, as I recall.
(hee hee!)
- M
Nice one, Cyril (oops, Marcheline)
By the way, did you know that there is also a Buddhist parable of the mustard seed?
Here it is, thanks to Wikipedia:
Kisa Gotami was the wife of a wealthy man of Savatthi. Her story is one of the more famous ones in Buddhism.
After losing her only child, Kisa Gotami became desperate and asked if anyone can help her. Her sorrow was so great that many thought she had already lost her mind.
Someone told her to meet Buddha. Buddha told her that he would bring the child back to life if she could get white mustard seeds from a family where no-one has died.
She desperately went from house to house, but to her disappointment, every house had someone who had died.
Finally the realization struck her that there is no house free from death. She returned to the Buddha, who comforted her and preached to her the truth.
She was awakened and entered the first stage of Arhatship. Eventually, she became an Arhat.
Thank you for that one, Marcheline; no, I had never heard the Buddist tale.
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