Yesterday, Mother Nature blessed us with a spring day during winter. A brief respite. The chance to shed sweaters and coats and feel warm sunshine on bare arms.
Northwest Arkansas enjoyed temperatures in the mid-seventies.
John grilled steaks wrapped in bacon.
I searched for signs of spring. New life hides beneath dry leaves.
This all happened after I spoke at the University of Arkansas OLLI luncheon held at Bordino’s. OLLI invites an author to speak monthly. Lunch with an author, they call it. It was an honor for me. I’m always a little amazed when anyone shows up to hear me talk about my book.
So overall, it was an A+ sort of day for me. Even so, throughout all of it I couldn’t help but think about the parents who lost sons and daughters in another school shooting. This one in Florida.
Those families don’t care one iota about their tulips coming up from the soil. They don’t give a rat’s ass about reading my book or any book. They probably didn’t eat lunch yesterday. If they did, they certainly didn’t taste the food.
Today, winter has returned. We have a chance of freezing rain. I’m still thinking about the grieving parents. And I’m wondering what harm it would do to at least make it more difficult to purchase military-type weapons meant to fire rounds of ammo in seconds?
Guns don’t kill people. Evil people kill people. Sure. But common sense says an AR-15 semi-automatic weapon makes it a whole lot easier. That seems to be the weapon of choice in recent school shootings.
I’m willing to give up my right to buy one if it means the next wannabe school shooter can’t buy one either. What about you?
Today is a new day. Life goes on for the rest of us. I’ll be waiting and watching for spring and praying we come up with a solution to these problems our society faces. Anyone have a solution?
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
Spring Will Be a Little Late This Year, Tivon Pennicott