A Lovely Sunday

It's another lazy Sunday here in the Republic, but unlike last Sunday which was dreary, dark and cold this Sunday it's finally acting like Spring. The outdoors is calling to me to get some outside chores tended to. And I'm actually in the mood to do so, after I polish off this nice fat salad and plink some ramblings down.

The unofficial countdown to the dogwood blooms has started. In about a week these hills here will be awashed with creamy white blooms. The woods ringing my one pasture will be a solid wall of white. Already the wild peaches and apple trees are blooming. Daffodils and those of their ilk are popping up everywhere. Ah! The local birds have even changed their tunes, shifting into mating mode. As I drive by cow pastures, I see fairly brand new calves wobbling about. And my hens have begun to lay. I love spring in the Ozarks...too bad it never lasts. Come late April or so the humidity will set in, the temperatures will creep up and by June it'll miserable. But it is wonderful while it's here. Makes a body happy.

Patrick at Born Again Redneck has a good rant about the 2nd Amendment and some musings about spring over on his side of the coast. I have to agree; hearing my neighbors sight in their rifles or just doing some target practice gives me a strange reassurance that all is well in the world. Something that liberal can never fathom. As the ol' Harley slogan goes: "If I have to explain-then you'll never understand." His post brought back memories of when me and hubby would pull out 'the fun stuff' (the Mossberg, the over n under and other misc. weapons of mass destruction) whenever our big city pals would visit. They would leave from that impromptu demostration of what we do for amusement and our own security either totally enamored and high from the empowerment that blasting such a thing gives you and a changed mind or it just reaffirmed everything they thought about guns, namely that they were EEEeeeeeeeeee-vil and such common folk such as ourselves shouldn't be allowed to have such dangerous things, best leave those to the "professionals", like law enforcement and the military. Oh well, can't win 'em all.
But we had fun poking at them!

Gayle on her blog, is wrestling with a conflict about her church and their priest, who feels compelled to use the pulpit as his political soap box. I can't imagine how she feels. I feel so bad for her and her congregation. We're blessed by having just plain old conservative preachers here, being in the country and all. The sort of thing that Gayle is outraged about would flip the lids of most folks here. You're in our prayers, girlie. God knows your heart and mind, and that's what matters. But to have your flock led by a shepherd who lunches with the wolves is troubling. You'll be hard press to bite your tongue, but if push comes to shove, God will give you the wisdom to say the right thing.
Her post has caused me to wonder just how many Democrats (if any) attend our little church.
Statistically, there has to be a few. But if there are, they keep their thoughts to themselves and never try to mix politics with religion.

And speaking of those two things...Lem, the purveyor and lord over the Hillbilly Ecosystem and Hillbilly White Trash has a few choice words about idiots who try to do just that! In reference to the latest rescue of those "peace activists". Suggestions as to these ingrates fate will be much appreciated, I'm sure.

Wow, my salad is finished, my post is done, all wrapped up neat n tidy and now the yard is calling me!
Enjoy your Sunday, whereever you are. We will be!