For many years, there were two ancient Magnolias at the foot of the steps to the Main Building. They were beautiful, especially at this time of year when they bloomed. One of the Magnolias passed on. I don’t know where trees go when they die, but I hope it’s a fabulous place. There is a giant Sycamore by the Grotto. It, too, has been growing and thriving there for many, many years. I will mourn when that glorious creature of God passes, because it’s beauty has given so much joy and hope to so many for so long.
Dome MagnoliasThese are the things I think about at this time of year, every year.