As I write this article, snowflakes are swirling about outside the window and a cold wind rattles the back screen door. I can see it in the green shoots of the tulips that line the rectory driveway, peeking through their white blanket of snow. I can hear it in the bird symphonies that waken me in the morning. I can smell it in fecund scent of the dampened soil.
Spring is that way.
Springtime, you see, is nature executing her Easter liturgy. Neither poetry nor art can even approach nature's grand display. Yes, nature, holy and eternal, is holding her Easter rites. Oh, that we had eyes to see this mystery. Our 100th Anniversary Dinner Dance is being held on Wednesday, April 25th at the Florentine Gardens.