Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

It's sunny but chilly.  We walked the reservoir yesterday, and the wind came up and the there were clouds and the temperature dropped.  It's always hard, though predictable, when we have a warm week in February and then the weather goes back to early spring.  Not much snow in the mountains and every sign of a drought this year.  So we can't feel free to be happy about the sun, and the blue skies hold an absence of rain clouds, though we search.  And yet, and yet, there are daffodils and lilies of the valley in my yard.  Camillias are bursting out all over.  Many fruit trees are in full pink or white blossom and magnolias and tulip trees as well.  The heart wants to be joyous with these signs of spring.  It IS joyful.  It's Monday, Lincoln's birthday, and I'm determined to be cheerful.  Like Scarlett, I'll think about the drought tomorrow.