Rejoicing in God’s Garden

Rejoicing in God’s Garden

I learned to love the earth from my mother. She is geographer by training and a climatologist by profession. We would spend days at the cottage marching over the Canadian shield marveling at its billion year-old age. Mom would point to a pine branch and say, “What’s its name, Kath?” I would count the needles and respond, “red pine!” Mom would point to a white vein in the rock and say, “that’s quarts!” She would point to the clouds and explain what they tell us about weather.