It’s the week of May Day, a time to celebrate spring.
On this day in 1922 writer E.B. White (books by this author) wrote to his mother from Columbus, Ohio. He and a friend were on a road trip to Seattle and he was writing to congratulate his parents on their wedding anniversary. He said:
“Spring has arrived in Ohio. This is a flat state where red pigs graze in bright green fields and where farms are neat and prosperous — not like New York farms. We roll along through dozens of villages and cities whose names we never heard. […] Sheep come drifting up long green lawns where poplars throw interminable shadows, come drifting up and stand like statues beneath white plum blossoms, while far down the land and off in the fields a little Ford tractor moves like a snail across the furrows. Lilacs are in full bloom and the lavender ironwood blossoms are coloring all the roads.”
TUESDAY, APRIL 26, 2022
“Dear brothers and sisters, is better to have an imperfect but humble faith that always returns to Jesus, than a strong but presumptuous faith that makes us proud and arrogant. Woe to those, woe to them!”
Pope Francis
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