We have had the oddest Holy week! (I’m reluctant to even say that because sometimes it seems as if the universe takes it as a challenge.) By “odd” I don’t mean bad, just different. I guess the kids and grand kids are all grown now, so it’s just a new season of life.

Anyway, hubby and I took the most beautiful bike ride on the first day of Spring and we came upon this amazing cross. I can’t even do it justice with a photo, but it was really huge and the snow capped mountains in the background were just stunning.

We rode through miles and miles of beautiful farmland and got to see some fun folk art along the way. I had on about 3 extra layers and it was still absolutely freezing. Eventually we decided to turn back on account of having ridden much farther than usual and needing to save some energy to make it back to the car.

I’m still painting rocks and this year I’ve managed to put out a few dozen “He is risen” and “Jesus loves you” rocks. I’m not an artist, so I just call it evandalism. I’m busy making the stones cry out, hoping someone will find one at just the right time and it will make them smile.

A bit amusing, things are beginning to pop up and grow but for the life of me, I cannot seem to grow any daffodils. They grow practically wild just about anywhere but in my yard. The other day I watched a pair of squirrels actually dig up one of my bulbs and run off with it, so I think I may have solved the mystery.

What’s kind of funny is that nothing ever eats daffodils. I’m pretty sure they are poisonous. Deer certainly won’t touch them. That leads me to conclude the squirrels are just being spiteful and stealing my bulbs for good measure.

Anyway, I generally lament and complain on my blog or else address some dark thing in the world that just happened, so just to provide some healthy perspective, life is actually quite good. I’m really blessed, I’m able to get outside and get some sunshine and exercise, and we’ve got to have some lovely meals with various people who are near and dear to us. We have a sweet friend in his 90’s who dropped by for a visit and that was such a sweet blessing.

Something I really appreciate about Holy week is that, He is risen indeed, all year round. We serve a risen Lord, every single day of the year now. You don’t have to wait until Easter Sunday or Resurrection Day to celebrate and you don’t have to stop the day after.