Monday, December 6, 2010
Now that the gardens have been cut down, and before the snow falls, statuary becomes the focal point.
Aphrodite stands modestly nude beside the fish pond, just getting out of her bath. St Francis hold birds in his hands along a woodland path. A meditating Buddha sits in the moss garden under a now-bare Japanese maple. The classical musician i live with likes his "young Beethoven" who shivers in his 18th century jacket beside the front door.
The center of attention, though, is the fear-dispelling Buddha who stands in the garden near the front door. With one hand raised, palm out, in greeting, he welcomes me home day after day.
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