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.

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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.

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