April 8, 2016
I think someone failed to issue the memo. It is April. We’ve already had a snowy week, and now were in the second week. More to come, but the long-term outlook is for warmer air and clearer skies. Okay bring it on. I can stand it.
Today is our younger son’s birthday. Here’s wishing you all the best, Scott.
Joan H Young at book signing
I met Joan several years ago online, mostly because we are both bloggers from Michigan. I’ve enjoyed reading her posts on My Quality Day as they contain a lot of outdoor pix and, sometimes, some scientific info about the featured plant or animal.
Joan, aka Shark or Sharkey, is giving away this beautiful window pane afghan:
You can read more about the giveaway here: Shark Bytes and Tales. While you are there you can read more about Joan and her published works.
The first book by Joan that I read was North Country Cache. This is her story of hiking the entire North Country Trail. Would You Dare? is a devotional that comprises twelve compact biographies of Christians who have dared. I found that very inspirational.
My favorite is the Dead Mule Swamp Mysteries this series is available at Smashwords, or Amazon. You can also find it and more at Barnes and Noble.
Joan writes in an easy-to-read style. I find her books tend to draw me in and I lose myself in the tale. I urge you to check it out. If you have a Nook or Kindle, The Hollow Tree at Dead Mule Swamp is available for free download.
It is not to late to win that afghan for your very own. Check it out.
Fluffy flakes falling
Gently they float down to earth
Where they melt away
Saturday, the snow began to fall. Large flakes hit the ground and soon disappeared. What would you expect from snow in April?
Snow fall intensified. Certainly it won’t accumulate–but it did.
Saturday evening, the sun set on a snow-covered scene. Sunday, it slowly went away, leaving the earth green once again.
Monday evening, I looked out a window to see the setting sun centered between the neighbor’s two silos. The red ball was only half visible above the trees. I knew that I couldn’t get the camera in time. I tried anyway.
Tuesday evenings, we have a small group that meets in our living room. As folks were leaving I remembered to quickly take my camera outside to capture the setting sun. As Maxwell would say, “missed it by that much.”
That walk was not a total loss. There is a calm stillness that fills the sunset scene. Diurnal critters cease their activities and nocturnal critters have yet to begin theirs. For me, it says, “Peace.”
Last Saturday, I checked for new blossoms. None were out. I took this picture with the intention of posting it today under the banner of “Promises of Things to Come.”
On Easter, I went out again on another scouting mission. Just below the new basement window–it had been replaced on Saturday–I discovered these.
It was very special to find those first blossoms on Easter. I can’t find words to tell you how I felt.
It looks like we are in for a good week.
33 They came to a place called Golgotha (which means “the place of the skull”). 34 There they offered Jesus wine to drink, mixed with gall; but after tasting it, he refused to drink it. 35 When they had crucified him, they divided up his clothes by casting lots. 36 And sitting down, they kept watch over him there. 37 Above his head they placed the written charge against him: this is Jesus, the king of the Jews.
38 Two rebels were crucified with him, one on his right and one on his left.
I’ve looked and looked, but it appears that our final crocus is gone. I remember what a joyful harbinger of spring they were. Here are some pix from 6 years ago.
Note to self: Plant crocus this year. Perhaps add hyacinth.
This last week, brought enough bad news to last for the rest of this year. Most of it involved friends and colleagues who are going through difficult times. Problems range from relationships, finances, health to emotional troubles. It left me feeling more than a little bit sad.
The beat continues today with news that our pastor’s wife has gone to be with her mother. The prognosis is not good and doctors say her mother might not make it past the weekend. At least the focus, come Sunday, is on resurrection. We can all find comfort it that.
For our part, Sylvia and I are fine.