Snow fell low down the northern slope of the Olympics this first week of May. Strong winds blew off the northern Pacific, above the rollers, with a brisk chill as if this first week of May were the Ides of March. Yet looking around we see the flowers still in bloom, apple, cherry and other blossoms fall like snow in orchards, gardens and lawns. And looking farther we see the floods around Nashville, twisters in other areas of the South and other tragic things happening, both natural and man made disasters, such as the gulf oil and coal mines and we realize how blessed we are.

Birds are singing stronger and sweeter with the sunshine warming their bodies and stimulating their souls. Children are playing outside in the loop. All of life is busy being alive.

We honor mothers everywhere for their goodness. With love, respect and gratitude we think of all the contributions our mothers have made in our lives and in our world. As we all know, we wouldn’t be here without our mothers. The same with birds and all the rest of the flying, walking, swimming and crawling critters.

Thank you Mothers, my Mom, my wife and all the rest of the best kind of people in my life and in our world. From our hearts to your hearts, thank you.