In the macro culture, I identified what will be awesome when the god’s of global commerce are exposed and their machinations brought to ruin. On a personal note, I am experiencing awesomeness on a whole new level.

I gave up my beautiful house which was called Mulberry Farm Antiques and Herbs a decade ago, where you may have visited my mother’s shop and voluminous gardens. It was painful and not by choice (not by my choice anyway). But, when I arrived at Lynchburg, I noticed the profusion of flowering trees…

Red buds grow like birch trees! They seed generously any spot they can find- making pretty purple hedges along the highways. A road by my house is lined with dozens of decades old Kwanson Cherry trees. (Not to be confused with cherry trees from which we get cherry wood). These are flush with pink carnation-luke blossoms in early spring which fall like rain on the landscape making a fragrant carpet.

There’s magnolia trees that are sixty feet high! So, ‘a much longer growing season here. They are lush with evergreen foliage, a gorgeous and sturdy tree in both cold and hot weather. One movie I liked was called “Steel Magnolias”, a testimony to the strength and beauty of women, I believe, well-named.

The memorial park in my neighborhood has one of each kind of tree that are so bountiful in the South. Huge and glorious- like a living testimony of nature’s intricacy- fascinating and delightful.

What seemed a cruel eviction from a home and garden I loved, was actually an avenue to a massive garden with many more glorious trees and a whole town inside it.

I am glad in the rush and crush of the modern world, I remembered to be grateful. Otherwise, I may have continued feeling sorry for myself and stewed at what I perceived was an unforgivable injustice. I wouldn’t have seen the grand and beautiful display unfolding before me every moment.