A reminder of the beauty and brevity of life grows outside my front door Last spring my wife planted moonflower vines so named because of their large and round white blooms that resemble a full moon Each flower opens for one night and then withers in the bright sun the following morning never to bloom again But the plant is prolific and every evening presents a fresh parade of flowers We love watching it as we come and go each day wondering what new beauty will greet us when we return These fragile flowers call to mind a vital truth [... more]