“Till summer folds her miracle…when sacrament is done” Emily Dickinson, Poem #342 Chalice after chalice opened day after day Until autumn crocus filled and faded. That holy season closed with their benediction. Blessed be the smaller celebrations of winter camellia … Continue reading
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In August a living potpourri of light purple phlox, white phlox, Japanese anemone and black-eyed Susans bloomed against a stone wall in the Bishop’s Garden of the National Cathedral.