Jul 23, 2018
High up yonder, in the thin clear air, flew an angel with a flower from the heavenly garden. As he was kissing the flower, a very little leaf fell down into the soft soil in the midst of the wood, and immediately took root, and sprouted, and sent forth shoots among the other plants.
“A funny kind of slip that,” said the plants.
And neither thistle nor stinging-nettle would recognize the stranger.
“That must be a kind of garden plant,” said they.
And they sneered; and the plant was despised by them as being a thing out of the garden.