First, there's one of the recurring threads: "There is no place where one cannot plant ivy over the mud hut and put a flower on the stump....I am sure that there is no place in the world where your message would not be enhanced by your making the place (whether tiny or large, a hut or a place) orderly, artistic and beautiful with some form of creativity, some form of 'art.'"
As others have pointed out, Edith always comes back to communication, a message.
Are we hiding our real identities and gifts? Leaving clues on bits of paper towel, or doing something more?
"We should be artists in...doing something practical to show that expectancy [that God can intervene]...affects the attitudes other people are going to have to their troubles."
Mr. Banks carved the turkey; the plates were passed and filled high to overflowing; and Mrs. Carillon asked Augie Kunkel to say grace.Linked from the Hidden Art of Homemaking linky for Chapter 14 at Ordo Amoris.
Augie Kunkel didn't know how to say grace. He just named the dishes and let the delicious smells inspire the proper reverence:
Patate douce, dindonneau truffée, airelles en couronne, petits oignons, pointes d'asperges au beurre, purée de marrons.
"Amen," said Mr. Banks, who didn't understand French; and the eating and the chatting and the celebrating began. ~~ Ellen Raskin, The Mysterious Disappearance of Leon (I mean Noel)