Clouds were on the horizon. There was much to accomplish. Groceries to buy and bills to pay. Kids to pick up at school. March Madness. Storm Warning flashed on the television. Baseball practice is in full swing, and the Cubs are doing well. A smell of smoke in the air.

‘What is that pop pop pop sound, ‘Son asked? ‘Is something hitting the house?’ He asked? It almost sounds like gunfire from a semiautomatic,’ Son said.

‘Peter Rabbit’ for $24, he is 32 inches tall,’ Grandpa said. ‘I love Peter Rabbit,’ Grandpa smiled. ‘I hope people will come to church on Easter, it is not the same with so many empty pews,’ Grandpa noted sadly.

Half of the Department of Education’s federal civil service employees have been dismissed without cause. The rules do not seem to mean much. No one will say no. ‘Is that low-hanging clouds…or is it smoke,’ Mom asked?

Easter Dinner was delicious. Family and friends are like a warm spring breeze replete with the smell of lavender. Daffodils are everywhere, the blooms on trees are inspiring, food is rotting around the world, where laid off workers were dismissed and hungry poor desperate people…starved…

‘Turn the AC on, Dad said it is hot.’ ‘I swear if the air gets any smokier, I just as well smoke my cigar in the house,’ Dad cackled!