The Weather Is Perfect All The Year

Blog 997 – 05.17.2018

The Weather Is Perfect All The Year

I love this first song Jenny and Arthur sing together upon first meeting in the snowy woods outside the castle. Arthur’s flirty boldness and Jenny’s infectious laugh are both endearing. And, of course, the weather is perfect for this wannabe Yankee boy. A high of seventy eight yesterday and an expected high of eighty two today and I already miss the snow and am counting the days till October. Not really, for I have, I think learned, with the Apostle Paul to be content with whatever state I am in and with the weather as it comes. A bit presumptuous really to think we could do a better job picking the “perfect” weather. “Our Sister” or “Mother Nature,” whichever you choose to call the voluptuous weather girl, knows exactly what she wants to give us and like it or not it is what it is. I thought for a long time “it is what it is” was kind of a nonsensical statement. I mean, of course, it is what it is. What else could it be? But of late I have come to see what most people really mean by it is an an acceptance even a sort of armistice with the situation be it weather or other changes we might not have been expecting.

One of the great things about weather is that it reminds us that change is good, exciting, stimulating, and fun. If we allow it to be that is. I prefer all four seasons as Lance will sing to Jenny in a few days. But today is Arthur’s turn to woo her in the drifting snow.

“I know it sounds a bit bizarre,

But in Camelot, Camelot

That’s how conditions are.

The rain may never fall till after sundown

By eight, the morning fog must disappear.

In short there’s simply not

A more congenial spot

For happily-ever-aftering than here

In Camelot.”

Your friend and fellow traveler,

David White

One thought on “The Weather Is Perfect All The Year

  1. Dear friend and fellow traveler ~
    There couldn’t have been a better time to be reminded that “life can be a ball”! I thank you for that! It came in the middle of a deer totaling our car, painting our daughter’s room with a color that she looked at it and with “no light in her eyes” said, “Mom, I want to like it…” but I knew she didn’t, and lastly too much work and not enough play ~
    So at last, thank you for your thoughtfulness, your zestiness, and the only word of chastizement is… how do you spell Llala? Ahhh, rest is needed after having a ball, but there’s no “y” or lay-ing in Llala!!!
    Your friends’ friend and definitely a fellow traveler as you are ~


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