“Might I,” quavered Mary, “might I have a bit of earth?”
However many years she lived, Mary always felt that she should never forget that first morning when her garden began to grow.
If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.
And the Secret Garden bloomed and bloomed and every morning revealed new miracles.
– from The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett
Spring has arrived in my corner of Washington State with a celebration of brilliant color and new life and sweet smells. On Monday morning I set out on my annual sojourn to Tulip Town – I figured that if I waited until after the weekend was over, and got there really early, I’d miss the crowds. And I did! And it was glorious!
Nature voices natural, spiritual law and divine Love, but human belief misinterprets nature. Arctic regions, sunny tropics, giant hills, winged winds, mighty billows, verdant vales, festive flowers, and glorious heavens, – all point to Mind, the spiritual intelligence they reflect. The floral apostles are hieroglyphs of Deity. Suns and planets teach grand lessons. The stars make night beautiful, and the leaflet turns naturally towards the light. – from Science and Health with key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy