St. Elizabeth of Hungary, November 19th. Here’s a bit of a controversial saint. I save the controversial bits for another year and think on the princess and mother who put aside her own wealth and comforts to feed the poor and create a place they could come for medical attention.
I make Rose Bread for this day. Use your imagination. We go to church and after lunch Phil takes me to hear Handel’s Messiah. I was sick with yet another cold, coughing and stuffy, but made it through. It was lovely and just what I needed to hear that day.
