Sunday, August 30, 2009  Spiritual events  This morning while
gardening a hummingbird joined me. I had not seen one in a few
years. She was greenish with black wings tipped in white. It
felt to me like a spiritual event. I discovered that she was
thirsty. I got the hose and squirted some water on the leaves of
a nearby tree, and she immediately commenced drinking the water.
How's the garden, you ask? Well, it has been the summer of
Rosie. Rosie is the cow who gives us delicious milk every day.
She waits until flowers are in full bloom, then breaks through
the fence and chomps them down. We fix the fence, and she waits
for the blooms to come again. That part doesn't strike me as a
spiritual event.  Friday, August 28, 2009  How can one not love
a kid who thinks like that?  Today as I was tending my garden,
son Greg walked up. "Your garden has so many colors in it, Dad,
that it looks like a rainbow fell down from the sky and landed
in your garden."  Stop it, Rush!  Have you been hearing Rush
Limbaugh, the forem