Spring is soft. The easy climate enhances an easy mind. No hurry, no worry. Time to think. Time to reflect. Time to look forward to the rest of 2026. Happiness accompanies each of us. Other people are not in charge of our happiness. We wear it like a new shirt. We love it as a constant friend. We wake with it and sleep with our comforter. The birds are singing outside the Writing Porch. They enjoy watching the humans, but often in perplexity. Birds know who they are and what their lives are about. The gift of a Pleasant Land is not lost on them. The gift of life is to be celebrated. Singing all day is appropriate.

Anxiety comes from false constructs. None of us is intended to be the same. When our neighbor is our ruler for success, we become anxious. Some of us are fat kids, while others are skinny. Some of us are artisans while others are academics. The Old Man enjoys writing. Spring renews us for the journey that is short and yet long.

Employment is wonderful. Employment is not life. Life is the sum of its parts. Family Friends Faith…engagement in the excitement of day-to-day living. When I rub Mylo’s ears, he is happy. We all need a little ear rubbing.

‘A soft answer turns away wrath.’ Words hurt…words heal. Be a healer. Sow hope in the heart of everyone you meet. Spring is a time for planting. As babies, we loved each other. A smile turned our heads. The sound of mother’s voice soothed us…We drifted off to sleep. Such is the angel of happiness. Always by our side, watching for bumps in the road. When conflict raises its head, we say what our angel told us…not today…God Bless.