I am always so comforted by the small constants in life.

The sun rising. The seasons changing.
The Jehovah's Witness man in his long dark coat and fedora handing out Watchtower and Awake! magazines at the end of 200 East.

He is always there. Every Friday morning without fail. And I always accept his magazine with a smile and a word of thanks.
Partly because I find them fascinating and have a habit of collecting religious pamphlets and tracts of all kinds* And partly because what's the point of rudely averting your gaze? Or swerving around him? Or making a show of turning him down because you have a religion thankyouverymuch?

In other news, I really do love the seasons changing. It's spring! The weather is fickle. We had a white Easter. But now it is 60 degrees and there is popcorn popping on our apricot tree outside (we really do have an apricot tree in our backyard, and it really has broken out into the most beautiful pink-white blossoms this week)! and we are planting lettuce and spinach and peas and onions and carrots in the garden. and sprouting tomatoes and peppers and eggplants and melons under our grow lights indoors.
And it might snow again next week--but that's alright. That's just mother nature trying to make us appreciate the warm days more. And we do.

*Last time I went sacred harp singing at the local Episcopal church I raided their pamphlet section. I think I took one of every single kind. And I read them all too. I like the episcopal church.
Also, when I worked at Foodland I used to gather all the little evangelical tracts that people seemed to strategically leave in the shopping carts and take them home with me-- not to thwart the missionary efforts but because they were always so interesting and full of passion and zeal and they usually had great cartoons of people burning in hellfire!