I like to think of God, after a long day of creating, ambling across the fields, stopping to get a closer look at a particular bud on a plant, leaning in close to watch a bee digging its burrow in a bare patch of earth, or gazing upward to whistle at the aurora in the…
When my childhood friend Inge de Beus landed at Pearson International Airport three decades ago for a visit, she sheepishly carried with her a Canon EOS 1000. Neither of us had a clue how to operate it. “No worries,” her partner had said at home in the Netherlands. “It’s foolproof.” And indeed, he was right….
In cabbage, each leaf laid /
so closely against another, /
creation is unfurling . . .
A friend’s son recently wanted to know if a watermelon was alive, so he took out a stethoscope and listened for a heartbeat. You can see the logic. The melon grew on a vine, and the vine was alive. It put down reaching roots, its leaves responded to the sun, and it needed water to…
My daughter Jessica showed up one day with a couple of plant stalks in her hands. “Do you want these, Mom?” she asked, “A woman at church gave them to me.” I examined the pieces – healthy green stems, two inches in diameter and cut about 18 inches long. “What kind of plant are they…
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