April Showers — More like MONSOONS!

The April showers this week have been gully-washers! 

The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You’re one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
A cloud comes over the sunlit arch,
A wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you’re two months back in the middle of March.
~Robert Frost, “Two Tramps in Mud Time,” 1934

But as a friend observed, 

“It feels good to not feel guilty about not working in the yard.”

But one thing I had to do was drain the pot of geraniums I kept alive through the winter in garage —only to put outside in time for the April monsoons. 

Nevertheless, the chilly, gray days have been excuses to paint and listen to books. 

Most Recent  Painting 

april showers

Replacing the cat with a dog . . .

Most Recent Reading

I am listening to Citizens of London: The Americans who Stood with Britain in Its Darkest, Finest Hour, and reading Life After Power: Seven Presidents and Their Search for Purpose Beyond the White House.

Reading — listening to— all these history books and biographies means continuing to see the times past and today are often mirror images of each other.  

What was will be again,
    what happened will happen again.
There’s nothing new on this earth.
    Year after year it’s the same old thing. (Ecclesiastes 1– The Message)


So, I am camping on Psalm 16. 

How I understood this Psalm the first time I read it has changed– but it has become a sound shelter from life’s inevitable showers.

An older friend in the 1980’s told me these were her “life verses”  — that is these verses helped her understand and live through the seasons of her life. 

As she changed, David’s words became stronger soldiers—  helping her accept, embrace, and even rest in all the changes life brought. 

 You know, she was right! 

Psalm 16 is a useful pattern for prayer when the day’s reality is confusing, exhausting, unexpected. And when daily life is so much  better than I deserve —it teaches me gratitude. 

Even though — in this season of my life— Especially when

Nobody remembers what happened yesterday.
    And the things that will happen tomorrow?
Nobody’ll remember them either.
    Don’t count on being remembered. Ecclesiastes 1:11 (The Message) 

God remembers . . . even if we forget. 

Now to repot my soggy survivor before more April showers! 


“Long experience has taught me that people who do not like geraniums have something morally unsound about them. Sooner or later you will find them out; you will discover that they drink, or steal books, or speak sharply to cats. Never trust a man or a woman who is not passionately devoted to geraniums.”
― Beverley Nichols, Merry Hall


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