Spring time wouldn't be normal if there wasn't rain. What is so wonderful that after the spring rain you witness streaks of sunshine radiating to the earth. Occasionally the skies open to an array of brightly colored clouds painted with Gods finger. And off in the distance another storm builds, skys darken and the wind tickles the trees. With the sun still warming the soil waves of rain pass over the valley. Steam rises to meet the rain and the earth smiles with the passing of the clouds.
Here on the farm, business is as usual. Servicing equipment, trees are trimmed, working in the greenhouse planting of thousands of seeds, baby chicks hatch and the anticipation of another harvest is all that is discussed. The fields are too wet to plant, but raised beds are recreated for early plantings. Leaves and debris are raked and piled for future composting. Birds are present taking up residence in the nearby houses and leftover nest.
Yet something is missing. A member of the farm...Papa
As the rain fell today a special man was missed. Papa. Today a year ago he left us for an everlasting life in heaven. Today as the rain fell he was smiling watching the progress being done here on the farm. Today as the rain fell the sun would peek out inviting us out to enjoy the tapestry in the clouds. Today as the rain fell there were rainbows. Today as the sun set in the west, we all smiled remembering the life of Papa Glen. He touched our lives.The oranges and yellows with scattered peach rays bring us the warmth of his kindness and love. His memory will always be with us. His legacy lives on in his family. Thank you Lord for sharing this man with us.