This weather has been fantastic. Yes, it rained yesterday, but s touch of spring definitely is in the air. It's been such a pleasure opening all the windows and letting the house air out. I know this is probably just a 'tease'. After all, the weatherman has been saying something about light snow on Friday, and I remember the Easter Sunday snowstorm of1970. I still lived in northern New Jersey at the time. Over a foot of snow piled up that March 29th. Needless to say, no one went to Easter mass on that day. Anyone else remember that storm?
Most of us, myself included, have spent some time during the last month or so grumbling about the winter as we anxiously awaited the arrival of spring. Who can blame us? Day after day of skies of gray are getting to all of us. But I also remember, only a few short months ago, looking forward to the solitude that winter brings for that is one of its gifts. Winter forces us to go within, and we all need that once in awhile. So, with that in mind I'd like to share the following story with you. It speaks of the seasons and how each season has its own gift to offer us.
There was an Apache chief who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too quickly.
The Apache man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but only one season in the tree's life.