Soliloquy in an International Cloister

Watch your step as Brother Lawrence takes you inside the monastery walls of a five hundred year-old international order. You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll wish you had ignored your hormones and joined the monastery.

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07 May 2006

Dirty hands

I spend most of my Saturday's, especially during warmer weather, working in the monastery's yard and garden. Yesterday, besides mowing all the grass, was spent planting. I planted one each of two varieties of eggplant (aubergine), two varieties of rosemary, some cinnamon basil and geraniums in various planters outside the house. These join the tomatoes, arugula and thyme that I planted earlier. Now, if the weather will only cooperate....

8 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Are the other brothers too infirm to help or do you do this for fun?

08 May, 2006 12:26  
Blogger BroLo said...

Snarky answer? Two brothers can be excused for age/health reasons. The others have consecrated oil on their hands, which makes manual labor impossible.

08 May, 2006 15:50  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

What is arugula? Thankyouplease.

08 May, 2006 17:12  
Blogger BroLo said...

Arugula?
Yes, your Majesty. A quaint colonial term for rocket salad. It is another example of the unfortunate corruption of your Majesty's language by the unwashed hoardes of Italian immigrants in America.

08 May, 2006 17:37  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I take it that the fact that anything edible is likely to be consumed by Brother Porcinus is simply another helpful test of your devotion.

08 May, 2006 22:14  
Blogger BroLo said...

Unfortunately, you are correct. He will take the best of my labors and put it into one of his horrible culinary creations. I will cry.

09 May, 2006 01:45  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I think I prefer arugula as a term - let's hear it for the unwashed hordes!

09 May, 2006 09:36  
Blogger heartinsanfrancisco said...

No myrrh and frankincense? Uh oh.

07 August, 2006 19:16  

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