Spring Has Sprung a Leak This Year (standard:humor, 899 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Mar 25 2018	Views/Reads: 1726/1244	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
One of the hardest things in my life to do is to simply trust God for everything in my life. When I try to control things in my life, I always make a mess. Just ask the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage.

It was in the middle of February during a very shivering cold time that
the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage said most dramatically, “I can't 
wait for Spring. When in the world is Spring going to get here?” 

As a veteran husband, I knew this was not a question for me to ponder or
even to answer. Rather, it was something I needed to ignore completely. 
I learned these things down the years, which is why I have survived so 
many years. If silence is golden then I have reached those golden years 
of life. 

I wouldn't say this to her, but I was thinking the same thing myself.
When is Spring ever going to get here? 

I was counting the days when it would be Spring and we could enjoy some
graciously warm weather for a change. This weather has been stinking 
chilly for a long time and I was getting tired of it. I could tell my 
wife was getting tired of it too, but I didn't want to go in that 
direction with any kind of conversation. Sometimes the best thing to do 
is not do or say anything. 

It was unusually cold here in Florida and I was tired of it. Personally,
I was looking forward to Spring when things would automatically change 
and I could put away my sweater. 

That magical day arrived. The day before my wife said, “Well, tomorrow
is Spring and all this nasty, rainy, chilly weather will be over.” 

If only my wife was in charge of the weather. That would be a wonderful
thing because the weather would be perfect every day. At least 
according to her calculation. 

I remember when I tried to explain to her that we needed change in the
weather and we needed rain in order for crops to grow, trees to grow 
and so forth. After my explanation she put both hands on her hips and 
stared at me one of those stares that I'm so familiar with. She didn't 
say anything, she didn't have to. 

My wife has relatives up in the state of New York. Not New York City,
thankfully. One of the things she enjoys doing during the winter time 
is to text them and tell them how wonderfully warm and sunny it is down 
here. This year, however, she wasn't able to do that. 

When Spring did arrive, there was no magical change in the weather. In
fact, it was the worst rainy weather we had all year. It was rainy and 
thundering and even in some places there were tornadoes. It didn't look 
or feel like Spring. 

I didn't say anything all morning. I knew no matter what I would say it
would get me in trouble. She wasn't in the mood for any joking or 
jestering on my part. 

She didn't say much, but she sighed very deeply all morning long.
Fortunately for me, I had work to do and so occupied myself with that 
work. 

Isn't it strange that man, being who he thinks he is has no control of
the weather? It rains when it rains and it snows when it snows and 
there's not a thing man can do about it. 

The weatherman is a very strange individual. It doesn't matter if he
gets the whether right or wrong, he still has a job. Nobody thinks 
badly of him because he miscalculated the weather. 

Then my wife made a very interesting comment, “Why can't Mother Nature
keep to the schedule at hand. Spring is supposed to be nice weather.” 

It was a good point. We have a date for Spring and Mother Nature should
keep that date. We have all year long for rain and tornadoes and 
lightning and thundering why can't she organize her schedule a little 
better. 

I might recommend that my wife take over the duties of Mother Nature. If
anybody can organize anything, it's her. Well, she hasn't quite 
organized me, but that's a different story. But she can organize 
everything right down to the second. 


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