How white the pear blossoms look against the stormy blue sky this morning. The landscapers mulched all the gardens this weekend, despite the cold, rainy and windy weather. It doesn’t matter that April has arrived breathing winter weather, spring will be coming. Seems as if it might be short-lived with summer chasing close behind.

Changing seasons delight me. I’ve never longed to live in Florida, Texas, California, or any of the warmer states. I like snow. I even like cold weather if the wind isn’t stealing my breath. I enjoy watching soft rainfall and storms. I love sunshine. I love feeling the kiss of sun on my face.

I’ve never thought about weather patterns in heaven. I doubt they exist. There will be no need. It will be a place of perfect beauty, beyond my imagination. If I try to think about it in any detail, I’m overwhelmed. And so, I breathe in every moment on earth, the place God created for us to live temporarily. I appreciate the different seasons of weather, and the different seasons of life.