Spring has been flirtatious this year. Snow in early May. Only a single day that has edged to the 70 degree mark.
Now it’s a wet and cool Memorial Day weekend with my vegetable garden half planted.
About the only thing I’ve found this gloomy weather good for is a walk through the local cemetery… made me more reflective than normal, I think.
Lives willingly given to nail down the freedoms we enjoy.
Other lives gone just too soon … some by uncontrollable circumstances. Some by stupid choices.
Lives well worn … well lived.
Others that made us cringe.
Lives that started a legacy that is now our small town, still hanging on.
Lives that taught us to laugh … or hope … or to be reverent and merciful.
Lives that made us feel loved … tears well up because we miss them beyond words.
I walked away wondering what phrase or memory will someday sum up my days on the planet.
Seconds later I’m thinking about whether we’ll see weather in the 80’s before August. And will we complain when it does?
And … am I brave enough to grill our Memorial Day meal in the drizzle.
Ahhh … my thoughts are as fickle as the forecast.
Below are sweet reminders that nature won’t wait on inclement weather. Maybe I shouldn’t either.
Small Stuff 
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