These flowers for the Immaculate Conception were duly noted on my day-off the other day. This was a part of the day when I wasn’t anywhere near the hermitage. I’m prejudiced of course, but I reckon that dedicating these to the Jesus’ good mom is a pious thing to do, and that that’s a good thing. Someone else in my travels had a different opinion, making mocking comments about giving flowers to the one who stood under the cross when the Apostles ran away. Indeed, giving more than one flower and with the posts having subtitles was thought to be absurd altogether.
- Have you read any of the posts?
- No, never, what difference does it make? Who cares? What’s with the stupid sub-titles? What-eh-vur…..
Apparently that person follows the Twitter feed but has maybe only read one post ever. Ah well. No matter. The flowers are for Mary, not for those who mock. But really, it’s all for them as well: hopefully it will wear them down, so that they’ll give a flower to her as well, and then rejoice that others do the same. Worms become butterflies.