The dregs of winter
No, today has a feel about it that says winter is on borrowed time, and summer is riding rescue.
Being in The Field in summer has me curious. How does one pastor a community that works hard in the fields andÂ basicallyÂ disappears from any non-fieldÂ endeavorsÂ for April and May, then pops in for a bit in June and July, and then disappears again in late August, September and often October?Â I'm still learning the culture out here and theÂ rhythmÂ of life that keeps rolling on.
This morning the air is still and not cold at all. TheÂ wispyÂ clouds in the sky are gently moving east and the birds are filling the air with song. It's a good day to be out here.