Marcel Proust wrote that we should be grateful to the people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our soul blossom. I am grateful every morning for the presence of Maria in my life, she is a charming gardener. She brings her love and acceptance to people and to animals. Every morning, we take the animals out into a different pasture and stand and sit with them.
The donkeys insist on their time with Maria, and they need it. She talks to them in her way and I think of our life together, and how rich and full of nature and meaning it is. And I am always grateful.
A gardener once wrote that we can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorns have roses.
Oh, Jon, how sweet of you to think of Maria in that way. But, may I say that you are a charming gardener, as well. How many souls are blossoming at RISSE, The Mansion, the hospice where you volunteered, the residents of Cambridge and the surrounding areas who you have befriended. You are a beacon of light in this sometimes mean and sad world. Thank goodness you live relatively away from Washington, DC, You know…..the home of Mr. Trump’s “swamp”.