"Carry the song of a thousand loves on a single petal," said the Angel to the Wild Rose.

And to the Honeysuckle, she begged, "Gather the Bees and bless them."

It was May when she spoke to the Autumn Olive, "Set your fragrance upon the wind . . . Ready the meadow with mirth!"

I don't know of the other conversations, but I can assure you, the Autumn Olive said yes!

Blessed be the Meadow.