Day 36: A monk in the garden
February 5th, 2007
We have a monk in our garden and he sits under the apple tree.
We were visiting the garden centre and this monk smiled at me.
“I want to come home with you,” he said to me.
There was something about him. I went over and picked him up. I knew he was meant to be a part of our garden.
I noticed he had a name inscribed in the concrete that he was made out of.
“Fiacre,” I read out.
“How exotic sounding is that,” I thought.
He came home as my birthday present that year. I was so excited.
When I looked Fiacre up on the Internet I discovered that he was the patron saint of a number of seemingly unconnected things including gardeners and cab drivers …
He is also a patron saint of gardeners and of cab-drivers of Paris. French cabs are called fiacres because the first establishment to let coaches on hire, in the middle of the seventeenth century, was in the Rue Saint-Martin, near the hotel Saint-Fiacre, in Paris.
Source: Catholic Online
As I looked at Fiacre this morning I wondered if he will be just as happy in our new garden when we move.