And the secret garden bloomed and bloomed,
and every morning revealed new miracles.
Frances Hodgson Burnett from The Secret Garden
The Zenith Road is our thoroughfare to Stafford and home again. Early in our marriage, we lived in a house right along the road. But until four years ago, we didn't realize there were irises blooming under a grove of cottonwood trees, less than half a mile from that house.
Every happening, great and small, is a parable whereby God speaks to us, and the art of life is to get the message.
–Malcolm Muggeridge, journalist