Spring and the Sacred Cucumber
I woke early this morning with the rise of the sun and found my contemplative throne in the heart of my garden. I was surrounded by the nights lingering chill and the early call of the songbird’s elated chatter. I was mesmerized by the refreshing light cast from the power of the great sun, and watched as its rays delicately lay themselves upon each stone, atop each fallen leaf, and along the backs of the China Berry tree branches. As…
