Let's begin with a chrysanthemum, planted in the dooryard by Norma, describing a gentle vortical articulation of autumn. Seasonal colors and light
are predicted in its bloom. And another, a rose, a new addition she selected recently while out with Christina, who I met 50 years ago and agreed to accept as my sister by mutual adoption. Norma chose her rose:
Neither horticultural effect fully prepared me for what happened next. I looked down at the gravel walkway and was immediately dizzied:
"Good heavens!" I exclaimed, "This defies the law of nature!"
A calm female voice replied, "Why do you think that?
I stammered, "I...I was a child. I sneaked and sampled wine from barrels in my grandparents' walkout basement and saw something like this on the ground."
"Aw mal Nino, all law, even the the law of nature, is hard as diamond until something strikes a stress-point and it goes to pieces."
"But to what purpose?" I asked, and heard tinkling laughter, the tintinnabulation of tiny bells.
"I am Earth, Geo., I am Gaia, an expression of the universe. I can only display beauty in tolerable amounts."
"Please, Gaia, please tell me more," I said. To which she answered:
"Oh, I'm done talking about it. Let's Dance!