Dirt, stubble and hay
Where once was green verdant grass,
Seasons change quickly.
Story is from this Year’s Struggle, 2016
It’s the end of May here in the Valley of the Sun. Almost gone are the cool mornings that drift into lovely days and back into cool nights meant for relaxing on the back porch with a good book and a nice glass of Red or White.
That’s could be why I’m so Blue these days. Anticipating the hot summer sun baking everything around me that isn’t protected from it’s “Love” with 115-120 degree temperatures. It’s right around the Start of June here in Arizona that I start praying for the Beginning of October and the End of our Perennial Desert Purgatory.
I used to tell the Joke of the two Seminary Grads, fresh out of school and starting their Ministry Careers in two different States, one in Hawaii the other in Scottsdale Arizona. Despondent to his Hawaiian friend over the phone one day of his lack of converts, the Arizona chum complained that during the rest of the year, the weather was so good and pleasant that when he preached on Heaven, no one was enticed and when he preached on Hell, since they all had experienced the Arizona Summers, no one was afraid.
Satan Summers at the Biltmore, you know -KIA