Miracles in My Neighborhood

The Horse Capital of the World is awash in dogwoods right now—white and shell-pink. Every turn in the road reveals more of these trees with their four-petal flowers, and my jaw drops each time in awe of their beauty.

“After all, I don’t see why I am always asking for private, individual, selfish miracles when every year there are miracles like white dogwood.”
—Anne Morrow Lindbergh