Plunge your bare hands into the northeastern April soil - you'll know that you've crossed wires with God for a moment. Can there be any doubt?
What else could explain this revelation within the mystery? I've never known a faithless gardener. When I grow weary and need encouragement I simply look up -
That's my Gingko - it's about 15 feet tall now. It's leaves are an inspiration throughout the growing season. All around me - artists are borrowing its shape and form - such good little and industrious imitators are we... always trying to find a new way to say the old thing. My oldest and most beloved friend Lally said it best tonight - "we all deeply desire to be in a good story".