I Love Nature

The dogwood trees, so delicate, often barely noticeable dot the highway I use to commute to my place of employment. As the sun rises the soft petals explode against the pines. Randomly placed, a gift of nature.

I think of the story my Toots often told me growing up about the legend of the dogwood. Bittersweet the story, I smile thinking of her. My faith restored. Praise God.