"Under a Kinder Sky"

The sky up here is the face of the weather. It has been cold and grey or rainy, cold and grey or windy and grey with intermittent showers for several days now, and that grey is in the brief interlude where the sun might be expected to shine up here. Everyone's spirits are grey and threatening to unravel.

Yesterday I looked to a lightening in the sky between showers and wanted to read in that face a lightening of the weather. After so many grey damp days, my ambitions for a clear day had dwindled to looking forward to cleaning the algae off the stones by the back door. As we drove home, I asked my husband if we would have a dry day. He looked pensively at the sky and said that it was a kinder sky but he would not say that it was going to be dry.

I was contented to think of it as a kinder sky. The algae will wait.

Today we walked out under that kinder sky. In the morning we walked into one of the fields to look for a water leak and checked on the willow that may soon offer up its catkins. We waded through the mud and noted the greening of the fields here and there and talked with a neighbor. On the way back we stopped in to look at the cattle. All that was possible only because of a kinder sky.