In honor ofNational Poetry Month, I’m sharing a poem I wrote yesterday. I jotted the short piece in my journal after the crazies ran me out of my office and to the welcoming fellowship of the cherry blossom and dogwood trees. My camera battery died while I was in the middle of photog...
One of the trees I enjoy watching from season to season is the dogwood that sits in the middle of the tree-filled field in the center of “my part” of campus. Year after year, I gaze out my window and watch the tree transform–from summer to autumn, winter to spring. The tree is...
I searched for signs of autumn while taking a short walk last week. There was little indication of the season’s change, but I was elated to find autumn leaves on a favorite Dogwood. It is delightful watching this tree transition over the months, and though I look forward to the blossoms...
There is a legend that at the time of the crucifixion, the dogwood had reached the size of the mighty oak tree and other forest trees. So strong and firm was the wood that it was chosen as the timber for Jesus’ cross. To be used for such a cruel purpose greatly distressed the dogwo...