The cotton-candy Redbud sparkles and the tiny-white clouds of dogwood flowers peek through the gray, leafless Piedmont hardwood, summoning all of us to see: something’s up; a new season is coming.
So, welcome, Sabbath-day, chilly Lenten days in the Carolinas; the calls to worship and the hymn-singing from country-chapel and store-front-gathering; from city cathedral, and suburban assembly; the same Message resounds throughout our leafless, gray hardwood days: something’s up; a new season is coming.
— M. A. Milton
Thank you Mike. Aslan’s afoot.
Amen, Eric!
I always love the way you write. Love you, my Poppy
Thank you beloved Christina. I am forever proud, indeed, to be
Your loving Poppy
Lovely!