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Thursday, June 17, 2010
While walking along the paths at Dayspring and looking down at the ground, I began to see some preternaturally red bits and pieces which looked like someone had spit out a gummi worm. They definitely looked artificial. Because the visitors at the center tend to be environmentalists at heart (and older than people who normally consume such fare), I looked for a different explanation. Looking up, my query was answered - a bright beautiful cherry tree full of tiny cherries! I don't know why the tree was so full, why the birds hadn't devoured each and every one, and why I shouldn't eat them - but I chose not to, concerned I might get ill from intestinal troubles. They were so beautiful and tempting in the dew and the rain.We were given our own store-bought cherries during the retreat. I couldn't help but try to paint them, luscious and juicy and rich as they were.