Well, yesterday's fat rain has piled up on the lawn, and car, and road, and sidewalk and... Okay, maybe piled up is the wrong word, but it covers them up. They are all white! And I see more in the air. GRRRRR and BRRRRR

I wonder what the poor robins and red wing blackbirds must think. They already have new life forming, ready to be deposited into this world. (I know, 'cuz I saw robins cavorting together on the lawn a few weeks ago). At least robins have the trees to snuggle in. The killdeer I saw make their nests on the ground.

Maybe I should quit whining about the weather and be thankful that God gave me a warm house to live in. He does love me and provides pretty good.
 

Okay, I am sitting here looking out the window. I thought I was seeing it sprinkle rain, but some of that rain was 'fat and white'. Maybe even a little 'fluffy'. Our April showers need to go on a diet.

I just read a poem by kansaspoet about the Easter events at the Cross from Jesus' mother's point of view. I have often looked at that from a mother's perspective and have wept every time. But then I have looked to the reason for it all and have felt the gratitude for what was suffered on my behalf! Praise His Holy Name!!!
 

I was pleased to recieve an email from metamorphoser asking me for a more detailed review of his poem. I guess my second email did the job.

I don't like the taste of 'foot in the mouth'. I have learned a good lesson. Never assume someone can sense your mood and attitude without seeing your face. Write more plainly when communicating by electronic means.

This is all new to me. I have only had internet and email connections since last July (2006). Electronic friends can be rewarding as well as scary. It is easier to speak your mind, but I need to see a face to gauge the effects of my words. On the other hand we are not judged by how we look. People listen to our words. This causes us to think about what we are saying.

As with everything, there are 'goods' and 'bads'. I think I prefer to concentrate on the 'goods'
 

Well, I did a review for a promising young author. He is 18 years old. This piece was wonderful. I told him there were three possibilities. Either he had copied the material, or it was a lucky fluke or he was a very talented author. I said I preferred the third. I had nothing but praise for his work.

He thanked me for the review. Then in screaming capital letters told me he had not copied from anyone. I answered telling him I was not accusing him of copying anything, but was merely trying to contrast the possibilites in favor of the third one. And to please look past that part to the other things I had said about his work.

I have this fear that I have upset and discouraged a good writer. This makes me cry. I have always been the one to encourage and look for the best in someone and I have made a young man think I am an ogre of a woman.

Please read metamorphoser and give him some encouragement. Maybe someone else can give him the lift I failed to give.