While still not warm enough outside for plants to bloom, inside is another story. One such example is pictured below.

We can see some green grass beginning to emerge in the cloister garden and a second one, outside of our church, dedicated to the Blessed Virgin Mary.

It all calls to mind a little poem by the 17th century Japanese poet, Matsuo Basho, who lived from 1644 to 1694:

Sitting quietly, doing nothing,
Spring comes,
and the grass grows, by itself.

In the midst of desert beauty, we keep you in our thoughts and prayers.

Blessed continuation of Lent.

Abbot Christian and the monks