Considering the Lilies
I took a walk the other morning in the old and lovely part of town. The gardens surrounding these houses were so beautiful, so trim and tidy, so well-loved and cared for. Void of weeds, bursting with blooms of all colors, sizes and textures. Then I walked across a grassy field to a park, and these caught my eye. A greater contrast to the gardens I had been enjoying I couldn't imagine. Not planted by human hands, untended by fertilizer, watering can and spades. Cut, even, with