This is the view out my back door this Good Friday of the holiday weekend. There may not be leaves or anything like that, but there is a really nice Spring sun, and the birds seem absolutely ecstatic about something. They have like a full force symphony band going out there. It's kind of amazing. It's almost tempting enough to drink coffee out there, but it's just that smidge cool for me to try it. Soon my pets, so soon.
I remember my mother always telling me that it was meant to be cloudy and grey and even drizzly on Good Friday. And she was mostly right when I was growing up. Yeah but that was Nova Scotia, Toto. I don't think my mother ever got to Saskatchewan. It's not cloudy or drizzly very often in Saskatchewan. She would be wrong for many of the Good Friday's I think.
See, according to her, we were meant to be sad and upset on Good Friday because of the death on the cross thing, and the weather was meant to reflect the sad gloomy time. Then on Easter Sunday, it was supposed to be sunny and beautiful and everyone was meant to rejoice in the rising from the dead.
I don't really know about all of that, but what I do know is that because of her, I always check what the weather is doing on Good Friday to see if she is right or not. I can't help myself. It's funny those things when you're a kid that kind of stay with you forever. I also remember those mournful songs we had to sing on Good Friday which seemed to have no predictable tune and go one for like 14 verses.
Well, it's sunny today, folks are out and about, and the birds are celebrating something big it would seem. It seems like a good day to avoid dirge-y hymns and sadness to me. I love you mom. Happy Good Friday.