I know it's February because the radio told me so But today the air was clear and the sun was high. There was no wind to notice nor flecks of rain and the birds sang loud as they wheeled about in the sky. It must be global warming messing with the seasons As spring comes in early and the buds begin to show. I feel my soul getting easy and I relax But mindful that even yet there could come snow. It has happened before and new shoots died As the cold weather snapped back at we fools Who had dug out the garden benches and brollies And had made plans for mowers and tools. Far better to wait and let more days go by To see if the moods of the weather gods settle. Enjoy the changing vista of fields and gardens From behind window glass waiting for the kettle.
Tag: Radio
Holy Land Travels by an Old Lady
She had had a rough life, this lady been left high and dry by an untimely death she had concentrated on raising her boy and would do so until her last breath. Low expectations were her norm, just a work life and her small rented home. Holidays were a great rarity and there was never a chance to roam. She had a faith but hidden deeply the chapel fed her God's love with fear and her eyes closed in prayer by the radio at Remembrance Day Service each year. Then her son, now grown, and wealthy took her to Israel and then Rome, she trod the stations of the cross and saw the Pope go by on his throne. Of all she had seen and experienced in a life that turned out so tough, the visits to these holy cities she said, blest her life just enough.