The messiness of spring hits me as I survey the aftermath of winter death. It also offers insight, filling me with longing for the Resurrection. My soul longs for the magic of the resurrection, but I am faced with the mystery and messiness of spring, of the birth process, instead. The photo above displays a distylium myricoides, a seldom-used but quite lovely shrub that graces my front yard. Normally, yet green leaves should be slowly falling off, gently pushed out... Read more