The Holy Man in the Mountains

Today, January 17, is the memorial of one of my favorite saints; St. Anthony of Egypt.  At the age of 20 both of his parents had died and he inherited a fortune.  He gave it away to the poor and then went to live in the quietest place he could find which was a tomb in a cemetery in the desert.  The only people he spoke to were other hermits and outcasts of society. 

He later moved to an abandoned fort high in the mountains where for 20 years he didn't see another person.  He was the legendary Holy Man in the mountains whom people began to seek for counsel.  It was said that his face glowed with radiant happiness. 

When Christians were being persecuted and thrown into prison he left the mountains to comfort them and because of who he was and the holiness he exuded, he himself was never arrested.   He then returned to the desert and founded a monastery where he took care of his pets and garden for 45 years, living to the age of 105.  He read no books saying that it was nature which spoke to him of God.

I have an elderly friend from Mexico who told me that on St. Anthony's feast day, when my friend was a child, they would paint their pets, animals and livestock, dress them up in clothes and wreaths of flowers, then bring them to the church for a blessing. 

In my state, if you painted your pet, you'd go to prison for ten years under Buster's Law. 

My Mother's Garden

My mother was an avid gardener and her yard was overflowing with a huge variety of flowering plants.  Each year she took hundreds of photographs of her plants as they flowered.  I was looking through some files and found them so I compiled a few into a short video.

The music "We Will Rest In You," is from a CD called "Blessed Assurance" played by Les stahl published by World Library Publications.
https://www.wlp.jspaluch.com/1397.htm

When my mom died, in memory of her, I took one of everything from her yard and transplanted it into mine where they are thriving in my full sun light.  She often recited this poem:
The kiss of the sun for pardon
The song of the birds for mirth
One is nearer God's heart in a garden
Than anywhere else on earth

Mohonk Mountain House Gardens 2013