By Barbara Falconer Newhall
They emerge from mud, manure, leaf rot, earthworms, sow bugs.
They take in water and sun.
And here they are — with their intricate lines, dewy textures and colors beyond naming.
How do they do it?
Nothing lasts in a garden, of course. Read about that in “My Rain-Battered Garden.”
And what if no one’s there to notice the fat camellia bud in the background or the Gerbera bud nodding in the shade — “Is Beauty Only in the Eye of the Beholder?”
True stories often told through a humorous lens — because you just can’t make them up!
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