Mountain Moments
Dispersed, Not Diluted
By Irma Flanagan
As if stardust sprinkled the mountains, the mist sparkled in the
morning sun. The Garden of Eden could not speak so clearly
of God’s love, Lethia thought, as she poured the corn nubbins
into the cow’s trough. As a matter of fact, she had often pondered the Garden lately. The war that everyone believed would
last a few months had rolled into the Second World War, lasting
years, and she found herself being outside and doing a “man