A trillium story

Unbeknownst to me, my friend Jack planted trillium last spring from Cottage Lake Gardens in Washington State, and our local Telly’s Greenhouse in Troy. With tender care, Jack planted the seedlings under a black walnut tree, sheltered between his garden shed and the...

Good news to ponder

A moonbeam wakes me at 5:20 this morning. “Ponder my faithfulness,” my Lord whispers. I stretch my back, admire the contrast of the bright light on our new, dark wood floor, and spy the vacuum cleaner. Today, the last day in April, I dust the house our God provided....

A man who heals people and rebuilds tractors

My chiropractor and I share common family history. His father restored old tractors including a 1953 Ford Jubilee, and his mother hailed from Barbourville, Kentucky. My father rebuilt a 1953 Chrysler engine and restored a 1959 Edsel Ranger. And Granny praised...

The meaning of “garden”

According to my belated mother, Granny assigned her to cooking family dinners at age eleven. “Everything we ate was from our garden, except flour and sugar,” Mom would say. Her four younger brothers were almost grown men when they drove Grandpa’s buggy over the...

The instinct to grow

The season of the red-breasted robin calls our curiosity to the dining room window with a crash against the glass. The bird’s instinct to protect his territory causes such bizarre behavior. He thinks his reflection is his foe. And his show’s running on two weeks now....