REPRESENTING WHO????

 

They are not being donkeys.  They are not being elephants.  They are being smug, stupid pigs.  They are wallowing in their own mud.  They are DUMB, DUMB, DUMB.  Our government at NOT working.  It is an embarrassment.  And what is the point? 
 

EWWWE BUGGIES

 

My brugmansia plants have been in all winter.  I have three in the guest room downstairs, one in the sitting room downstairs, and eight or ten upstairs.  Suddenly the upstairs brugmansia are covered with these teeny, weeny, little yukky buggies.  I have had them before.  They are late coming this year.  I am tempted to just put all these plants outside and let them fend for themselves with the coming temperatures.  They are such icky bugs.  They leave some sort of sticky residue on everything underneath where they infest.  Yuk. Yuk. Yuk.

No icky buggies on the downstairs plants -- this year anyway.  In fact, one of the guest room plants has three flower pods.  Three.  Count them.  THREE.  In past years, the guest room plants have been the ones infested with icky bugs -- ALL winter.  There is no rhyme or reason.  No pattern.  It just seems hit or miss. 

One of life's little mysteries.

 

PILATE

 
The video and discussion this evening focused on Pilate. Obvious and necessary overlap from last Wednesday's Trial of Jesus and next week's crucifixion. But tonight we focused on Pilate. My personal conclusion is that he was a political figure concerned with one thing -- Pilate and Pilate's career.

Jesus was one among many crucifixions during Pilate's reign and this one among the many was of no account to him. He was just doing his job. Period. An insignificant player. The gospeliers developed him into a sympathetic character and the Jewish leaders became the collective scapegoat. And just look what that has done to us as Christians. Shameful. Sinful.
 

REPLAY

 

A large part of spring is, actually, 'come back' time.  There is not a whole lot that is new here.  It is a re-emergence of last year.  The surprise is always just how the REemergence arrives.  This Easter hyacinth from last year is pale in comparison to what it was.  But then, it was a greenhouse gift then, and now it has been out in nature for a year.  I am happy that it has 'come back' at all.  I am happy for the color that it is.  I am happy for the green of its leaves.  When the flowers have spent, I will add in some fertilizer to the soil and look forward to the re-emergence next spring.
 

 

The maple tree out front is loaded with flowers.  Tons and tons.  Paving the way for seeds then leafs.  I am lucky to have this tree.  When we moved here forty three years ago, it was the biggest tree in the neighborhood.  It has since been out grown by the oak tree out back and a fir tree across the street.  But it's still big.  And I love it .

There will be thunderstorms tomorrow and the flowers may all be pounded to the ground -- and, of course, the porch where they will leave their seasonal staining.  And be a mess that eventually has to swept up and mulched.  But come summer this wonderful maple shades the southern facing front of the house from the heat of the sun.  I love this tree.
 

GRILLIN' OR BURNIN'?

 

Hmmmm....  Is this grilled?  Scorched a little?  Charred?  Doesn't matter.  It is finally warm enough to really enjoy cooking out and we will now be cooking out LOTS.  These are sweet pots.  Next onto the grill will be pork steaks.  A Sunday feast.  Welcome to the season.
 

A LITTLE BIT OF BLUE

 

And after all that rain and sadness of bit of blue when we got home this afternoon.  It was good to see that little bit of blue showing out from behind the clouds.  An assurance that the grieving and gloom will dissipate.  The sadness of of death will one day just be a part of life and not an overwhelming cloud.  A promise of tomorrow.