‘I have been making my prayer,’ she would say. ‘I don’t know what the theorists would make of it and I don’t care; just look at the pattern of that tree against the sky,’ or she would be found kneeling on the earth, examining a minute wild flower through a magnifying glass. ‘Only God could make a thing as perfect as that,’ but she would also tell its colloquial and botanical name and where it would be found and how it would grow. Her borders were a
