I step naked into the garden. The flowers are all talking to one another. They group together like teenage girls and chatter. A contemplative design puts together flowers and shrubs that share similar interests and are happy together. Then groups are placed in an harmonious way. It is delightful to listen to their music or join them with my bamboo flute.
I step naked into the garden. The snow has melted and mud is everywhere. The trees are budding. The cold stillness of winter is now assuredly changing into the birth of spring. Everything changes. Everything always changes.
