The Art of Zen Living

My original plan had been to write about “enough” tonight.  The best laid plans of mice and men, well, you know the rest.  Or I hope you do, because I don’t, exactly - something about aforementioned plans going awry.

Instead I’m going to share with you a bit about my day.  I was over at my mother’s house, planting some ground cover and shrubs for her.  In the flower bed in the back, there is a small palm tree of some sort - I believe it’s a date palm.  What it is doesn’t really matter.  What matters is that it’s fronds have razor sharp spikes that can impale a man and cause him to bleed to death in a matter of seconds.  OK, that’s a slight exaggeration, but they are sharp, and they hurt when you’re trying to work around them while digging holes to plant in.

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