Remembering where we come from

Remembering where we come from

It’s June. I look out my office window and watch the baby robins in a tree only six feet away. The young birds squawk and rock at the edge of their nest as they consider taking their first flight. Later, I tend the garden, amazed by the almost visible daily growth of the raspberry and tomato plants. I make dinner and wash the dishes after eating. I walk along the creek, the water rising as the snow melts in the mountains above town. This is the …