A FLOWER SERMON: In Buddhist art and tradition, the Buddha taught perhaps his most famous sermon without speaking a word. Instead, he held up a single lotus blossom. It is said that only one disciple understood, and smiled. That is one of the meanings——that some lessons cannot be taught, only grasped through direct experience. But it is also true that
YESTERDAY, a beautiful autumn day, Kathy needed a little pick-me-up. A little beauty. A bit of perfection. So we headed for St. Cloud’s glorious Munsinger Gardens and Clemens Rose Gardens. They did not disappoint. Sometimes we almost felt as if we were strolling through a series of Monet paintings—but even better—for there were the lovely scents of roses and alyssum
IT IS WEDNESDAY at the old Church O The Pines, and as everyone knows, Wednesday is church choir day. And so, with the return of many winter-travelers, there is much singing and caroling and hymn-making. The Baltimore oriole, in his orange and black robes, sings boldly from many a branch. The grey catbird trills and warbles endlessly from the shoreline.