The seasons have changed. You can feel it in the crispness of the morning air, the blue of the sky, and the orange of the sunrise. I love the month of September. The still warm days and the cool evenings. The flowers and produce abundant, swelling over, the golden tips...
Doesn’t everyone want to feel in the night
the beloved body, compass, polestar,
to hear the quiet breathing that says
I am alive, that means also
you are alive, because you hear me,
you are here with me. And when one turns,
the other turns—Lois Gluck
There is no better example of community than Dharma's Garden. This morning, the Little Garden Stand was as vibrant and busy as ever. The flowers—gladiolas as the centerpiece of bouquets—were outrageously stunning. I mean, take your breath away stunning....