Last week I was looking out over our hill

and saw all our bushes still and brown, locked it the deep sleep of winter's icy hand. As I looked out I had a vivid feeling that everything was concentrated in a great exertion, straining against the cold wintery brown to break forth into a bright new spring. That night, as I slept, the rain came. Sweet and slient, each little drop was like a tiny key, disolving the bonds that held spring captive. Washing, invigorating, colorizing, it unleashed one delicate green bud after another until I woke up to a new woods. They were beautiful, vivid green, overflowing with birds and flowers, and smelled oh so sweet. Isn't God awesome?

And I really like the way HE made pigs too. Ross and I grilled up half of my ribs on Saturday and they were soooooo goooood. Andrew went shopping for like four hours so he had to miss them. Maybe he can get in on the next round.