“The hermitage is a paradise of delight where the fragrant scents of the virtues are breathed forth like sweet sap or glowing spice-flowers.

There the roses of charity blaze in crimson flame and the lilies of purity shine in snowy beauty, and with them the humble violets whom no winds assault because they are content with lowly places; there the myrrh of perfect penance perfumes the air and the incense of constant prayer rises unceasingly.”

- St. Peter Damian

My dad, the gardener, who picked it up from his mom, my grandmother. For proportion, pictured is only about an eighth of the lot.

I hope to pick up this tradition - this work of human hands.

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