Carol McCormick

I was looking forward to next week's visit from our son who lives in Colorado, along with his wife, and our three grandchildren. He hasn't been back to The Christine Center since our wedding here 39 years ago this August. Then life changed the script...

It was one of those July days, low 80s, humid as a sauna, the kind of weather that drains your energy before you've even finished your morning tea. As I walked down our wooded road to get the mail, a cool breeze slipped through the trees. Instantly, I remembered "Blowin in the Wind"

This past week, I was outside early in the morning and after the sun started to set, pulling weeds and planting flowers. With the thermometer climbing to 87°F in the afternoons, I postponed my usual indoor storytelling work until midday. Nobody needs to hear me grumbling dramatically while gardening. Gardening humbles us. No matter how carefully we plan our gardens, Nature still reminds us who is really in charge. One minute I’m confidently arranging flowers like a landscape architect, and...