Lois invited me on a walk last night. I’m glad I went. It’s a lot less punishing than the game of “21” the boys and Hope were putting me through in the driveway. After months of pale winter the neighborhood finally has some color in it’s cheeks. There are scores of flowering ornamentals in our neighborhood. They are fragrant and beautiful and they do my heart good after a long, snowy, monochrome winter. It rained last night and deepened the shade of green in the grass to emerald. Branches that have been bare and black all winter are fringed with fresh green or decorated with blossoms now. The highlight of our walk was around the corner from our house. One of our neighbors has a dogwood. Right now the blossoms are a greenish yellow, but in a few more warm days the little tree will display bright while blossoms. It is the tree that dotted the hillsides of my childhood. Maybe one day we will find a spot for a Flowering Dogwood at Granville Cottage. Every day the creation displays the glory of God.