A dozen years or so ago, some nuns in a convent on Primrose Street brought in a fallen apple tree branch. They stuck it in a bucket in their chapel, and proceeded to decorate it with some Christmas ornaments as there was no room for an evergreen in their little chapel room. The bare branches looked suitably artistic. Satisfied with their work, they said their prayers, and headed off to bed.
On Christmas morning, they awoke to find all the branches of the tree in full apple blossom. A miracle?
Passing by Pubwells on Preston, a chapel to a different sort of prayer and petitioner, I noticed that the cut tree branches they stuck into flower planters last fall had blossomed.
Not bad, two miracles in the same decade in the same west side neighborhood. We must be blessed.