Good morning on this “cows and flat rocks” rainy morning. It has been raining fairly steady for the past twelve hours and is expected to go at least until noon steady today. We had a clean-up day planned for the out door chapel today to try to get it ready for next week’s Easter Sunrise Service. However with rain in the forecast for four days next week, I suspect the chapel will be entirely too soggy by next Saturday to even walk in it let alone clean it up. But, who knows —- perhaps the forecast is wrong and we could get a few days of sunshine and warm breezes and that would really help dry it out.

Needless to say, it is a dark morning. I could almost use a light turned on out here in the sun porch. But the light ebbs and flows as the intensity of the rain gets heavier or lighter. I just have to watch what I type and go back and make corrections to spelling more often, One would think that I’d be able to type in the dark as much as I use this IPad keyboard; but that is not the case. I am and will always be a “hunt and peck” kind of guy. Many years ago when the first Battlestar Gallactica was on they showed Loren Greene dictating to a screen and the words writing themselves across the screen. I thought that would be the coolest thing. I suspect that technology exists today —— but I don’t have it.

Despite the rain and the darkened skies, the beauty of the back yard this morning is the daffodils blooming out there in the flowerbed. They are all in bloom this morning and are holding their heads up. That is my extra helping of blessing this morning. And while I don’t have many guests at the backyard buffet this morning, I do have a couple of cute wrens, some gold finches, a cardinal or two and I hear a song sparrow somewhere out there singing a “good morning” to the rest of the world. God is so  good. As the scripture says; This is a day the Lord has made. Let us rejoice and be glad in it.

I’m going to dodge raindrops this morning and go get a haircut. My hair is just a little long ion the back and it hangs on or over my collar. It drives me a little nuts. I’ve been retired from the Air Force for seventeen years now and I still need my hair to be within regulation. Old habits are hard to break. Except for singing shoes; —- I seldom shine my shoes any more. But then, the military hasn’t worn boots that need to be shined for years. I remember “the old days” when we would spend hours shining our boots just to have the polish melt off of them in the hot sun. The change came with desert warfare.

Tomorrow is Palm Sunday. I hope to see you in some church. Peace