Campanula (bellflower)

Growing in pots at the grocery store.

Feast of All Saints. Noon mass led by our young vicar. He has seemed rather stingy with his preaching, so today I timed him. One minute and nine seconds. "There are many saints who are unknown. We should all seek to be saints." Over and out. 

Clearly I am not on the track to sainthood if I put a stopwatch on the priest! But I'm not daunted. I don't want to be a saint, I want to be a Doctor of the Church—those who are acclaimed for their theological and devotional writing.

Which brings me to NaNoWriMo. Day the first. 
Ending not with a bang but a whimper. 
Ora pro nobis.