Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I went with a friend to a succulent garden this morning.  A lot of the plants were blooming, with strange ungainly blossom stems reaching up to the sky.  The foliage colors were every shade of green and blue and pink and purple and orange.  Some looked like overturned baskets and others like stacked teacups.  The infinite variety and amusing shapes were like a Dr. Seuss book come to life.  We sat in rusty iron chairs in the garden after the tour, and soaked in the warmth of the sun and the deserty is splendor before us.  They have a watercolor class at the garden, and we discussed signing up to learn to paint these beautiful, strange plants.  It would be ironic, as they pride themselves on not needing much water, and storing cleverly the water that does come their way.  We could emulate them if we were wiser.