Meditation in the Garden
Only five bunches of Grapes. Who will eat them? Me? Or Will it be the birds?
Only five bunches of Grapes. Who will eat them? Me? Or Will it be the birds?
This morning while I was out in the garden, I heard a chirping right above my head. Within arm’s reach was a bright red male cardinal perched among the grapes effusively talking. (I planted a tiny red, concord grape vine about six years ago, and it has flourished beyond my wildest dreams). There were enough…