Flowers saved me. Not like Jesus saves me, of course. But that’s what ran through my mind yesterday as I bent to smell the fuchsia peony. The scent of the flower next to the sidewalk took me back to my mother’s garden. In the emotional barrenness of my childhood on the farm, her peonies, lilies, …
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Marathon Lessons
Two weekends ago during the Illinois Marathon, 14,000 runners passed by my 2-mile perch at the corner of Green and Race. Some aimed for 13.1 miles, others for the full 26.2. If the scenery in a city is the people, I got an eyeful. After the wheelchair participants, the first able-bodied man, African, way out …
God, Trees, and You
Have you pondered trees lately? The Weeping Higan Cherry in my backyard dressed up spring with its pink wisps. I love the flexible branches that put me in mind of fluttering ballet costumes. It’s a medium-sized part of the landscape often used as an accent. Another tree I see around town, the Carolina Silverbell, adds …