Of course, this book is dedicated to Karl Langheinrich.
(I never really knew love until I knew it with my Beloved.)
This book also honors the loving care
of Rose Gardener,
who kneels to dig
the soil of sorrow
and teaches that love is service.
And that service is love. Read more
It’s summer now.
Rose Gardener kneels beside the humble, rock-lined grave in the Nimbin village cemetery.
After four years, Rose’s carefully planted offerings are flourishing: a pale pink Begonia shrub, a white butterfly bush (the bees love it), a vibrant, vermilion-red, self-rooting Russelia, with long, slender stems (birds and butterflies love it for its sweet nectar), and a peaches-and-cream grevillia.
