Last spring we bought two young dogwoods trees, a white and a pink.
I hatched a scheme to create a garden entryway to the back part of our little Kentucky acre.
All I needed was a well-aged, blue-painted door ...
... and a pair of dogwood saplings, which we easily found at Lowes.
But as it turned out, young dogwood trees are like pretzel thins for whitetails—irresistible.
SO the entryway dogwoods got gnoshed to bits over the winter.
But the extra one we planted close to the house—as an afterthought—made it.
Maybe deer don't care to munch so close to an outdoor grill?
While I was out taking these photos last night,
helicoptering over stiff blooms as my men grilled burgers nearby,
an unexpected hymn bubbled up and hummed past my lips.
Summer and winter ...
Pardon for sin ...
All I have needed ...
Peace that endures.
I know I'm not the only one in this crowd with an anxious heart.
It's hard to rejoice when life keeps piling on.
Like a child left at the nursery desk, I
nervously bite my lip and wonder when situations
are going to get better. Just how long will it be until my
Elder Brother shows up and puts everything in order?
That's when those old hymns drift back, bringing truth and comfort along for the ride.