On Friday evening, I brought out a couple of our lounge chairs on the patio and we sat out there for a little while, enjoying the evening’s warmth. On Saturday, Randa took her horse to a training clinic near Ottawa, Kansas. I spent the morning and early afternoon doing spring chores and took a load over to the re-cycling center at St. Joseph. Mid-afternoon, it was so balmy that I took a break from installing a door in the garden shed.
I had my friend Neil come over and document me “Taking the Plunge for Landon” in Peter’s Creek. The creek water didn’t feel like a sauna session but it was certainly a lot better than Neil and Katrena’s jump into a cold pond a few days earlier when it was only fifty degrees or so outside. There probably wasn’t a lot of difference in the jumping in part but the getting out part is definitely better when it’s seventy-eight and sunny.
The sunny part ended in the evening on Saturday when a very slow-moving storm moved in with the sunset. We had a really fine lightning show that lasted for three hours or more with more thunder during the night. On Sunday, we had more rain on a long gray day that seemed to drag on forever.
This morning, we have a light covering of snow on the ground and a forecast for a hard freeze tonight. A few days can sure make a lot of difference in the weather in a place where it seems it can be so fickle. But it’s nothing to compare to the changes a few days made almost two thousand years ago in a city halfway around the planet from here.
There, thousands of people turned out on a First Day morning for a huge celebration welcoming a humble prophet from the countryside, a man of compassion and wisdom who had healed thousands. A few days later, they nailed him to a tree.