Les Mis Summer Musical!

 Les Miserables

Summer Program 2012

Show dates: July 13-15 & 19-22 

Preview on July 12

Details:  www.Leon Performing Arts.org

“This School Edition of Les Mis was the most widely produced musical in 2010-2011, by schools and youth theatre groups in the US.   It is a full length production, edited by the original producer to be more assessable for younger voices.   This is considered an operetta, and requires a large cast!   Les Mis will be accompanied by a full orchestra.”

Les Miserables Summer Musical:  School Edition

“Leon Choral Department and Leon Friends of Music, Inc. are pleased to announce the 2012 summer musical — Les Miserables:  School Edition, a musical by Alain Boublil and Claude-Michel Schonberg; based on the novel by Victor Hugo.  

Originally produced in London in 1985, and then brought to the New York stage, Les Miserables has been produced all over the world and is the second longest running show on Broadway (The Fantastiks is the longest).

 It made such an impact on audiences that the original producer, Cameron Mackintosh, adapted the show to be suitable for high school students.  The running time is still over two hours, but some of the keys have been changed to be accessible by high school singers.” 

Website: leonperformingarts.org

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How My Garden Grows: Three

Margot’s “Get-Real” Guide for Gardening in the South

Dear Readers,

[After you read this entry, click: How My Garden Grows: Four.]

I confess that I am a “fair-weather” gardener.  The best months in NW Florida to enjoy gardening are:  October, November, early December; March, April, and May.

There are many things you need to know about, if you are a first-time gardener, or if you are a “frustrated” gardener.

I will give you my best gardening tips:

Purchase the Book:

  • The very best book I have found is The Southern Living Garden Book.
  • This one is specific to the Southern climate and heat zone.

 Know Your Climate:

  • Record Your Climate Zone here:   ____________   Mine in NW Florida is “Lower South” [LS].
  • Record Your Plant Heat Zone here:   _____________  Mine is Zone 9.

Find a Nursery:

Find a small, locally-owned nursery that specializes in:

  •  native plants
  • education
  • rain gardens
  • xeriscaping
  • attracting wildlife

In Tallahassee, my favorite nursery is Native Nursery.  If you go, please tell them I sent you:  I won’t receive any compensation but my friends at Native Nursery will be delighted to meet you.  Get to know the owners and staff by name.

Know Your Gardening Terms:

For instance, grass that you cut is “turf.”  Save the term “grass” to describe the “ornamental grasses.”

Turf plus everything else is “the garden,” a term which Anglophiles, such as I, relish using.

Plants” is a woefully inadequate general term but I am going to use the term, anyway.

Look below at the amazing choices of “plants:”

Choose a Category:

In what plant category are you interested?

  • Annuals
  • Bulbs & bulb-like [corms, rhizomes, etc.]
  • Evergreens
  • Ferns
  • Foliage:  solid color; variegated
  • Fruits & berries
  • Grasses:  Ornamental
  • Ground covers
  • Herbs
  • Perennials
  • Shrubs & bushes [I cannot remember the difference.]
  • Trees
  • Vegetables
  • Vines

Speak Compass: 

  • Use a compass to identify the sun exposure on the sides of your home and garden.
  • Draw a rough sketch of your home and garden.
  • Label:  N, S, E W.
  • Take the sketch to the nursery.

Know the Requirements of the Plant:

The label on the plant may not be correct because the labels are not “regional.”

Always check The Southern Living Garden Book first!

Requirements vary:

  • Sun exposure:  Full Sun, Part Sun, Part Shade, Full Shade
  • Moisture:  water and drainage
  • Climate: heat and humidity
  • Soil texture: sand, clay, or loam*
  • Soil pH

 Speak Latin:

  • Learn the Latin names of the plants!
  • Regional names are not specific enough.
  • There are many “spider lilies,” for example, but only one Lycoris.

 Choose a Theme:

What theme or purpose do you have in your garden?

For what problem do you require a solution?

  • Beauty spots:  bed, border, or island
  • Bullet-proof:  You cannot easily kill it.
  • Care-free:  Very low maintenance.
  • Containers:  pots, hanging baskets, and window boxes
  • Exposure: sun or shade
  • Food:  fruits & berries, kitchen herbs, or vegetables
  • Flowers:  fragrant blooms and/or flowers for cutting
  • Moisture:  Damp or wet area [Rain Garden is a solution]
  • Moisture: Drought conditions [Xeriscape is a solution]
  • Privacy:  hedge or screen
  • Showy:  Color [blooms, foliage, stems, or bark] or seasonal interest
  • Southern:  Heritage or Native
  • Wildlife:  butterflies, songbirds, and hummers

Choose plants that are Care-Free AND Bullet-Proof:


Must have: 

Pleasant fragrance/odor

Long-life

Attraction for wildlife:  butterflies, hummingbirds, and songbirds

Must be:

“Self-cleaning”

Self-propogating

Hardy and tough

Native

Non-invasive

Tolerant of extreme ranges of:  salt, sun/shade, temperature, moisture, ph, soil quality, and soil texture.

Must be free of:

Pests

Fungus

Soot

Mold

Toxicity and poisonous properties

Allergic reaction in people or pets

Does not require:

Spray, soap, oil, powder

Pruning

Staking

Dividing

Fertilizer [special]

Soil amendment

Desirable:

Color:  blooms or foliage or bark

Year-round interest [or at least more than one season]

Evergreen

Florida Native

~~~Compiled by Margot Blair Payne, May 2012

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A Midsummer Night’s Scheme: Part Two


A Midsummer’s Night Scheme:  Part Two

 January 1, 2012

To Our Most Gracious Queen, Tatiana:

We, your Faithful Attendants, are elated to learn that you, Most Gracious Queen, are pleased with the successful orchestration of the conjoining of Jay and Kathryn, in the State of Honorable Marriage, on the Eve of the New Year.

Indeed, we covertly assisted in making great preparation for the Nuptials:

A week before the Wedding, we Fairies attended upon the Beauteous Bride, Kathryn:  We traveled to Italy, to fetch the delicate handcrafted Wedding Veil.

Returning to the Bride’s Fair City, we secured the Bible for her to carry down the aisle:  the same Bible that her beloved Grandmother Kathy carried, on her Wedding Day, almost sixty years ago.

Meanwhile, Robin Goodfellow traveled speedily to the Antipodes [China, in fact] to escort the Best Man [Casey Sapp, by name] to the Wedding Festivities.

We Fairies adorned the Chapel, within and without, with large glass lanterns and candles.  We also festooned the Chapel with flowers and greenery.

We fervently hoped that there would be “so much light in the night that dew on the grass will be shining like liquid pearls.”

And indeed, on the evening of the Candlelight Ceremony, the moon shone her benevolent light onto the Chapel By The Lake, as the Wedding Guests arrived.

The moon and the guests “beheld the night of the solemnities.”

We were delighted when you, Most Gracious Queen, and Most Excellent Oberon, arrived to take your places, hidden and veiled, to witness the Nuptials of the two Young Lovers.

You will agree with us that the wedding was “full of state and ancientry.”

When the Bride walked down the aisle, on the arm of her father, she appeared to “shine as gloriously as the Venus of the sky.”

When her father lifted her veil, we overheard the Groom whisper to the Best Man, “In mine eyes, she is the sweetest lady that ever I looked upon!”  And we heard the Best Man whisper, in reply: “In faith, I believe your blazon to be true!”

At the altar, Jay whispered to Kathryn, “Lady, as you are mine, I am yours.  I give away myself to you and dote upon the exchange.”

Then he entreated her:  “Give me your hand, before these holy Friars.”

With confirmed countenance, the Friars conducted the Holy Rites,in the Ancient Sacrament of Marriage.

They instructed the musicians:  “Now, divine air!” and sweet music filled the Chapel.

Next, the holy Friars offered prayers, Scripture, hymns, commendations, and officiated the exchange of vows and rings.

Jay whispered to the holy Friars, “Oh, let me kiss this princess of pure white, this seal of bliss!” 

Finally, when the holy Friars pronounced the couple “Husband and Wife,” they entreated the couple to seal their Union with a kiss.

After the kiss, the Wedding Guests cheered in glad exaltation and thus the couple was “eternally knit.”

The Chapel bells pealed and we joyfully observed that our Most Gracious Queen and Most Excellent Oberon joined the Mortals in the chorus of blessing and praise, before returning to the Fairy World.

After the Ceremony, the Groom and Bride invited the Wedding Guests to join them for a Winter Revelry, at The Odd Fellows Lodge.*

A noisome, brightly-painted horseless carriage, which the Mortals call a “Trolley,” transported the Wedding Party from the Chapel to the Lodge.

The Fairy Lights, with which we adorned the Town Square Ancient Oaks, illuminated the pathway for the Wedding Guests, as they walked to the Lodge, from their conveyances.

At the Lodge, we secretly assisted in making preparation for a “feast in great solemnity.”

For the Wedding Banquet, we prepared a great quantity of ale, wine, bread, fruit, vegetables, fowl, beef, and fish.  The guests enjoyed the refreshments with great enthusiasm.

The festivities continued, with “pomp, with triumph, and with reveling.”

The clock struck the hour for Toasts, in honor of the Groom and Bride, such as this, which we Fairies recorded:

“O most happy hour!  Gentle joy and fresh days of love accompany your hearts!”

And all the Guests said, “Amen” to the prayers!

After the Cutting of the Cake, Jay entreated the Wedding Guests:

“Let’s have a dance e’er we are married, that we may lighten our hearts and our heels!”  He instructed the musicians: “Therefore, play music!  Strike up, pipers!” 

The gifted cadre of musicians, whom the Mortals call a “Swing Band,” played merrily, offering the musical re-enactment of the evening, twenty years ago, for the Wedding Revelry for Lovely Linda, the aunt of the bride.

The clock struck twelve o’clock midnight and yet the Moonlight Revels continued, until the Groom and Bride made preparation to depart for their Honeymoon.  With fragrant flower petals, the Wedding Guests, from the balcony above, showered the newlyweds below.

As the Wedding Guests waved and bid them “Adieu,” the Groom and Bride departed in a small, bright, shiny red horseless carriage, owned by the Father of the Bride.

Brightly colored “works of fire” illuminated the night sky.

With the breaking of the dawn, we discharged our duty and disappeared into the mist of the morning of the New Day of the New Year.

Your gentle attendants,

 Peas-Blossom, Mustard Seed, Moth, and Cobweb

*Known to the mortals as “The Club of the Governor”

~Written by Margot Blair Payne, February, 2012

Text and Image Credits for Parts One and Two:

The author gratefully grateful acknowledges:

The Bard of Avon, William Shakespeare, for the generous loan of the concepts and quotes from three of his great works of literature:

“Much Ado About Nothing,”  “A Midsummer Night’s Dream,” and “Romeo and Juliet.”

The artistic genius of Arthur Rackham and Thomas Williams, who provided book illustrations.

Other image and photo credits:

http://www.theatrepeople.com

http://www.shadowness.com.

Ida Cason Memorial Chapel, Calloway Gardens.

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A Midsummer Night’s Scheme: Part One

Dear Readers,

Almost one year has past since the Engagement of my friends, Jay Stewart and Kathryn Davis.  In order to celebrate the anniversary of this event, I have revised the original story and added images to enhance the text.  Coming soon:  Part Two, which will contain a new story:  the Wedding Ceremony.  Enjoy!

Coram Deo,

Margot

A Midsummer Night’s Scheme:  Part One

June 2011

Most Excellent Oberon, Your Royal Highness:

It is I, Robin Goodfellow, “that merry wanderer of the night,” who greets you.  I have returned from the Mortal World and I hereby submit my report of the clandestine operation, under your command, to join the Houses of Davis and Stewart.

Queen Titania graciously sent four of her “Fairies-In-Waiting,” to assist me in this secret mission.  Throughout this covert assignment, the Good Fairies and I remained cloaked and invisible to the eyes of the Mortals.  Therefore, the Mortals never suspected that we orchestrated every maneuver and strategy, in the scheme to join the two Houses!  [Me thinks: “Lord, what fools these mortals be!”]

Before leaving the Fairy World, your wise counsel prompted me to travel to Cupid’s Flower Field, to secure a vial of Love Potion Essence.  After the Fairies and I entered the Mortal World, we traveled to the two respective forest homes of the Young Gentleman, Jay Stewart by name, and Young Lady, Kathryn Davis by name.  As each of them slumbered, we touched their eyelids with a drop of the Essence.  When next they saw each other, the match was easily made!

Next, I whispered into the ear of Jay that he should propose to Kathryn, on a certain Midsummer Evening, in the Enchanted Park of the Ancient Oaks, which the mortals call, “Los Robles.” I influenced him to serenade the Lady, in the Park, under the branches of a tree, newly-planted and dedicated to the memory of the beloved Kathy, the late grandmother of Kathryn.

On the appointed Midsummer Day, I arranged for Jay and Kathryn to employ a carriage and dine together, far away from the Park.  As dusk approached, the Good Fairies and I covertly assisted the Mortals, in making preparations for the “Secret Proposal” and for the “Midsummer Revelry” that would immediately follow.

The weather being inclement, I whispered into the ears of Lord & Lady Davis that they should secure a canopy, to shelter and protect the “Secret Proposal Site” from the rain.  Next, I directed Lord & Lady Stewart and their two children [Sarah and David, by name] to spread a cloak under the canopy and on top of the damp grass.  Upon this cloak, they placed a leather case, which protected a musical instrument, rather like a lute.  Carefully hidden within the case was an heirloom ring!

Having finished these tasks, the Families Davis and Stewart departed from the Park and sought shelter inside the Davis Manor, situated next to the Park.  The Good Fairies and I kept sentinel over the canopy, while the Mortals, inside the Manor, stood in front of the windows facing the Park.  From this vantage point, the Mortals observed Jay and Kathryn, as they returned to the Park, in their carriage, at dusk.  With a bit of Fairy Dust, we cloaked the mortals so that they could observe Jay and Kathryn but not vice versa.

Jay serenaded Kathryn with a love sonnet, composed from his own pure brain and accompanied by the lute.  O, how the Sweet Lady appeared to swoon, as the words of the love song enveloped her!  How she wept tears of joy, as she heard his declaration of love!   How her heart melted, when Jay concluded his song with the last line: “Will you be my wife?”  He knelt before her, bestowing upon her an engagement ring, fashioned from a cherished heirloom from Grandmother Kathy.  Kathryn, without hesitation, accepted the proposal of marriage and vowed that “My heart is true as steel!”

We directed the two Young Lovers, through the driving rain, to the Davis Manor, to share the glad tidings with Lord & Lady Davis.  Upon entering the front door, they found the interior strangely dark and quiet.  So, we guided them to the entry of the Enchanted Secret Walled Garden.

When the two Young Lovers entered the Garden, how Kathryn did swoon again!  How her face flushed! How she laughed with merriment, when she heard a joyful, loud shout:  “Surprise!”  For there, gathered in the Garden, were the family members and closest friends of the Houses of Davis and Stewart!  The astonished Kathryn declared, “I am amazed and know not what to say!”

Adorning the branches of the Garden Oak Tree were [what the Mortals call] “Fairy Lights,” which, along with the candles on tabletops, illuminated the Garden, performing the office of the moon, which was enshrouded by the hazy clouds.

Ah, me! Such merry-making ensued!  Each Mortal raised a glass, to toast the Engaged Couple and to wish them joy!  Then, a few of the Mortals took “photographs,” which, through some sorcery, captures images through the means of a small box with a magic eye.

I orchestrated the rescue of the refreshments from the weather, as the Mortals transferred them, with Fairy-like energy and efficiency, into the Manor, where all the Mortals dashed to escape the rain, thunder, and lightning.  There, the revelry continued, the likes of which I have seldom observed, outside of the domain of the Fairy World.

The Bard observed, “The course of true love never did run smooth.” And, in faith, I thought that the inclement weather might have beaten us. Yet, on this Midsummer Evening, Zeus, the god of thunder, was no match for Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty.

I entreat Your Highness and Her Highness, Queen Titania, to be present, yet hidden and veiled, to bless these two Young Lovers, at the Ceremony of their Nuptials, on the Evening before the Dawn of the New Year.

Your humble servant,

Puck

 ~Written by Margot Blair Payne, February 2012.  Revised May 2012.

Image Credits for Parts One and Two:

The author gratefully grateful acknowledges:

The Bard of Avon, William Shakespeare, for the generous loan of the concepts and quotes from three of his great works of literature:  “Much Ado About Nothing,”  “A Midsummer Night’s Dream,” and “Romeo and Juliet.”

The artistic genius of Arthur Rackham and Thomas Williams, who provided the illustrations.

Other image and photo credits:

http://www.theatrepeople.com

http://www.shadowness.com.

Carson Chapel, Calloway Gardens.

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“I Left My Heart . . . In San Juan Capistrano . . . “

Mission San Juan Capistrano

Stephen & I returned recently from a trip to California to attend the wedding of our niece.  While there, we visited Mission San Juan Capistrano, which is one of the finest in California.  We would like to return and visit all 21 of the Spanish missions, which dot the California coast.

 

Stephen & I: April 2012 at Mission San Juan Capistrano

This recent trip made me very nostalgic for my childhood years in California:  there were blooms and foliage everywhere, no bugs, no humidity, the temperature was perfect, the sky was overcast, and there was a lovely breeze.

Walking along the beach [below] on the Pacific Ocean brought back my childhood years, when I lived only four miles from the beach:  The sharp smell of the sea salt air, the sea gulls, the lagoons, the tide pools, the cliffs, the kelp, the surfers, the coldness of the water.  Yes, the water is COLD so not very many people enter it without wearing a wet suit.  Also, the sand is brown, not white, because the sun is not as intense as in Florida.

Beach at Dana Point, near San Juan Capistrano

The majority of the restaurants offer outdoor seating on brick patios.  It seems very Mediterranean and befits the perfect climate.  Sarducci’s Italian Restaurant was built inside an old train depot:

El Adobe Restaurant in San Juan Capistrano is housed inside a very old Spanish structure, complete with a dungeon, which now serves as a wine cellar.  I am happy to report that,  after a 40 year search, I found the perfect Chili Relleno at this restaurant:

And, oh yes, the wedding and reception!  I must point out that, in the photo below, I am NOT wearing a white bonnet with red flowers.  The distracting item you see is a dome-shaped floral arrangement on the table behind us.

April 2012:  Wedding Reception of my niece, Michelle Blair to James Foltz

I am not much of a traveler but I  had such a wonderful time that I did not want to return home!  The California weather was so invigorating that, when I returned home to Tallahassee, I admit that the humid heat felt oppressive.  However, I perked up when Stephen reminded me of the freeways, congested traffic, and high cost of housing in California.

Here are two additional reasons that I am glad to be back home:

Benjamin:  Age three years, eating homemade ice cream on Mother’s Day 2012.

Lucy, age six months, on  Mother’s Day 2012.

Coram Deo,

Margot

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Portals Into Places of Enchantment

Dear Readers,

I must confess that I do not like to lend books, especially my hardcover books.  I will sometimes lend paper back copies.  As everyone knows, to lend a book is to prepare to say “Goodbye” forever to that “dear old friend.”

And I need a lot of “dear old friends” because I enjoy reading and writing on a wide variety of topics.  I want all my “dear old friends” to be within arms’ length.

Some books are so dear that they will never leave my library:

Cross Creek, by Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings, is one of these.

I told my grandson this week  that, if you have books, you will always have a friend and you will never be lonely.  Later, I thought to myself that, beyond friendship, certain books are portals into “places of enchantment:”  Cross Creek is a fine example.

Enchantment, chant, cantor, canticle, chanticleer:  some of my favorite words!  Each of these words share a Latin root word: “cantere,” which means to “to sing.”  Enchant means “to chant [sing] a spell over”  or  “to delight to a high degree,” or “to impart a magical quality or effect.”

I have previously written about Places of Enchantment.  Click the link and you can read about how one  lyrical book forged a special relationship between my father and me.

Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

In 1996, my son, Garrett, surprised me with the gift of a hardback copy of the 1942 Edition.

Ten years later, in 2006, I gave my father a paper back copy of the book.

And the rest, as they say, “is history” or, in our case, it became “family history.”

 

The illustrations [“decorations”] by Edward Shenton, perfectly capture the enchanted quality of  Cross Creek, Florida — the setting for the book:

In case you did not read the link above, here are some quotes from the book.  I hope they capture your imagination and entice you to read this delightful book about an enchanting place.

“I do not understand how anyone can live without some small place of enchantment to turn to.”

“ . . . If there be such a thing as [collective or instinctual] memory, the consciousness of land and water must lie deeper in the core of us than any knowledge of our fellow beings.  We were bred of earth before we were born of our mothers.  Once born, we can live without mother or father, or any other kin, or any friend, or any human love.  We cannot live without the earth or apart from it, and something is shriveled in a man’s heart when he turns away from it and concerns himself only with the affairs of men.”

 “ . . . It seems to me that the earth may be borrowed but not bought.  It may be used but not owned.  It gives itself in response to love and tending, offers its seasonal flowering and fruiting.  But we are tenants and not possessors, lovers and not masters.  Cross Creek belongs to the wind and the rain, to the sun, and the seasons, to the cosmic secrecy of seed, and beyond all, to time.”

~~~All quotes are from Cross Creek, the memoirs of Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings, 1942, Scribner’s

 


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How My Garden Grows: Two



My Front Garden Walk: April 2012

Front to back: 

Rudbeckia “Herbstonne,” Dietes [African Iris], Euryops [Bush Daisy]

Garden angel, two bird bath stands flank a mister [fogger] stand [barely visible]

Dear Readers,

[Note: After you read this entry, click How My Garden Grows: Three.]

“White Coral Bells, upon a slender stalk;

Lilies of the Valley grace my Garden Walk. 

Oh, don’t you wish that you could hear them ring? 

That will happen only when the fairies sing.”

~~~A Nursery Rhyme Song, source unknown

Initially, I wanted my Garden Walk to have a theme of Nursery Rhymes and Songs.  I began with the rhyme above but I discovered that Lilies of the Valley are poisonous!

So, instead of the Nursery Rhyme Song theme, I decided to create a “Prayer Garden” with a special emphasis on babies, children, parents, and families.

As I work in the garden, I pray for  couples who desire to have children yet struggle with infertility; for parents who have lost babies through miscarriage or stillbirth; for parents who have suffered the loss of a child;  for families who struggle with health problems; for adoptive families; for children who are lost or missing . . .

In the morning, I turn on the “mister” or “fogger” and the water fills up the bird baths.  As I sit on my Front Porch steps in the morning, I can watch the songbirds splash in the water.

By the way, my philosophy of “good” gardening is similar to my philosophy of “good” parenting:

I carefully nurture both my children and plants, until they are firmly rooted and established.  Thereafter, both children and plants receive my “benign neglect” and, quite naturally, may appear to struggle.  Once they are “pushed out of the nest” toward independence, however, they thrive.

The child/plant metaphor continues, as I go to “Native Nursery” to view the young plants. However, here the metaphor breaks down, as we do not choose our children as we choose our plants.  It is the Triune God who bestows upon us the blessing of children.

Since I am able, however, to choose plants, I research the best “bulletproof” North West Florida native plants.   I ignore any plants that need any special care beyond the basic  “sun, water, and soil” requirements.

I give a new plant a full year and, if it cannot endure the extremes of temperature and moisture during the year, it has to make way for a tougher plant.  

If I plant in the fall, I coax the new plants along but, as winter approaches, I remind them, “Now, no one is going to come running out here to cover you up with a sheet, if a cold snap threatens – so, you will just have to tough it out!”

Stephen built for me a raised bed for the Front Garden Walk, where perennial evergreens flourish.  Our “Natchez” crepe myrtles are thriving and, during the summer, they provide a canopy of shade for the Front Garden Walk.   We do not prune them; we allow them to grow [to almost 20 feet] and we enjoy the shade and lovely cinnamon bark.  We  enjoy the blooms but we object strongly to “crepe murder:”  this describes the practice of gardeners who severely prune the trees, caring only for the profusion of blooms, which appear above the sad, ugly stumps.

For my garden, a plant must offer something beyond transitory blooms:  I derive pleasure from the four-season interest of the overall shape and proportion of the plant and the texture and color of the foliage or bark.  If the plant attracts songbirds, hummingbirds, and butterflies, then that plant is an excellent candidate.  If the plant also requires no staking, pruning, spraying, or fertilizing, then it is, indeed, a winner.

And that is How My Garden Grows . . . I’ll share more specifics in this series, including suggestions for “bullet-proof” plants for NW FL.

Coram Deo,

Margot

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The Suffering Servant

Monday in Holy Week

Almighty God, whose dear Son went not up to joy but
first he suffered pain, and entered not into glory before he
was crucified: Mercifully grant that we, walking in the way
of the cross, may find it none other that the way of life and
peace; through Jesus Christ your Son our Lord, who lives
and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever
and ever. Amen.

Preface of Holy Week

Tuesday in Holy Week

O God, by the passion of your blessed Son you made an
instrument of shameful death to be for us the means of life:
Grant us so to glory in the cross of Christ, that we may gladly
suffer shame and loss for the sake of your Son our Savior
Jesus Christ; who lives and reigns with you and the Holy
Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.

Preface of Holy Week

Wednesday in Holy Week

Lord God, whose blessed Son our Savior gave his body to be
whipped and his face to be spit upon: Give us grace to accept
joyfully the sufferings of the present time, confident of the
glory that shall be revealed; through Jesus Christ your Son our
Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one
God, for ever and ever. Amen.

Preface of Holy Week

220    Collects:  Contemporary


From the Book of Common Prayer


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A Poem for Palm Sunday

Christ’s Entry into Jerusalem by Hippolyte Flandrin c. 1842

The Donkey

BY G. K. CHESTERTON

When fishes flew and forests walked
   And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
   Then surely I was born.
With monstrous head and sickening cry
   And ears like errant wings,
The devil’s walking parody
   On all four-footed things.
The tattered outlaw of the earth,
   Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me:  I am dumb,
   I keep my secret still.
Fools! For I also had my hour;
   One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
   And palms before my feet.

Source: The Collected Poems of G. K. Chesterton (Dodd Mead & Company, 1927)

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Lifeless Branches

Palm Sunday


“So it is ourselves that we must spread under Christ’s feet,

not coats or lifeless branches or shoots of trees,

matter which wastes away and delights the eye only for a few brief hours.

But we have clothed ourselves with Christ’s grace,

with the whole Christ

— ‘for as many of you as were baptized into Christ have put on Christ’ —

so let us spread ourselves like coats under his feet.”

~~~Andrew of Crete

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