It is another cloudy, dull morning out in the back yard this morning. Patches of snow remains over maybe 50% of the yard. The rest of the yard is brown and “dirty” from all of the sunflower seed hulls tha are on the ground. But, there is obviously a lot of good seed down there too because the little birds rummage through it constantly eating leftovers.

Speaking of leftovers, Ms. Kate and I debated going out for dinner again last night but we decided that we would rather stay home and heat up the left over veggie soup she had made the day before. Ms. Kate is the soup queen in my life. Her mother used to make some marvelous veggie soup too, but I think Ms. Kate has surpassed her mom. She also makes some marvelous cream types of soup; asparagus, mushroom, chowder, potato, you name it, she can make it and it is always delicious. She has been known to have soup parties and has made several kinds of soup for those. They have always gone over extremely well. And when she makes a pot of soup, she make a large pot of it, so we sometimes share it with the neighbors.

We went to the movie matinee yesterday and saw “Hostiles”. I had been waiting for it to come out but we held off until the crowds weren’t a factor to share the flu. We even took Clorox wipes with us and wiped down the arms of our seats. But the theater only had four other couple attending the movie and we all set far apart so it worked out well. Hostiles is a good movie. It was much “slower” than I expected it to be but it developed a very good story. It is about a battle hardened cavalry captain who was given the task of escorting a Native American chief and his family, who are prisoners of the US government, to Montana. The chief is dying of cancer and has asked to be able to go there to die. The captain hates all Indians but as his last duty before retirement, has been ordered to do this task. The question looms as to who are the real Hostiles.

Yesterday was Groundhog Day and the rodent allegedly saw his shadow. That is supposed to indicate that we will not be having an early spring. In reality of course it means nothing. But it gives people something to talk about. What I know is that my daffodils are up about an inch now and as I look at the pussy willow tree outside my sunporch, I can see the first hints of budding pussy willow blossoms starting to come out. So I say, the heck with that stupid rodent; I’ll signs of God’s promise that slowly but surely, this winter shall pass and once again spring will be in full bloom.

With that, it is time stop and read my morning devotional and express my gratitude for yet another day upon this earth. How about you joining me?  Peace.