One of my least favourite garden plants. It’s worse than a weed. It pops up everywhere more than the dandelions do. But it did make a pretty picture, didn’t it?
Pun With Monks
Lost on a rainy night, a nun stumbles across a monastery and requests shelter there. Fortunately, she’s just in time for dinner and was treated to the best fish and chips she’s ever had.
After dinner, she goes into the kitchen to thank the chefs.
She is met by two brothers, “Hello, I’m Brother Michael, and this is Brother Charles.”
“I’m very pleased to meet you. I just wanted to thank you for a wonderful dinner. The fish and chips were the best I’ve ever tasted. Out of curiosity, who cooked what?”
Brother Charles replied, “Well, I’m the fish friar.”
She turns the other brother and says, “Then you must be…?”
“Yes, I’m the chip monk.”
WRITING LESBIAN FICTION, SCIENCE FICTION, AND FANTASY, SINCE THE 20TH CENTURY
To Catch A Falling Cactus
Pagans: A People of Piety
an anamcara exploring those close encounters of the liminal kind
28 and Deaf
a coven of the Wica in the south Puget Sound
Ritual, Myth & Archetype
AwayPoint: Between An Island of Certainties and the Unknown Shore
pilgrim roads, rituals & destinations
A life in threes
Human In Progress
Retired USAF Chaplain; Pastor, Presbyterian Community Church of the Rockies, Estes Park, Colorado
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