We were on a contemplative walk on the grounds of the Kenbrook retreat center where we met every month for two years, practicing the art of Spiritual Direction. She leaned down and picked a leaf from the ground, holding it up for the group to see. "You see the jagged edges of the leaf. Don't they look like lion's teeth? Dente di leone. Teeth of the lion. That is how dandelion got its name." I was mystified. Starstruck. Enchanted. She told us stories about redbuds being called