The tide is starting to turn on piscatorial prospects in are lakes, ponds and other bodies of water. However, at the moment we’re still caught in a little bit of limbo between the best of what winter had to offer and all that summer has in store.
The pitcher motions toward the catcher and then gathers himself. He breathes through his eyelids and lets his lips hang loose. Salt soaked sweat courses through the channels of his forehead and coagulates on his brow before sinking into the brim of his cap.
It was cold in the house but sunny outside so the kiddo and I decided to make a run for it. If things went according to plan we’d have a midday adventure and maybe catch a fish. If things went awry, well, at least the house would feel warmer when we returned.
In the matter of one week the tides have swung all the way around on area fishing prospects with a net result that’s really just about the same.
So many times people struggle, not knowing how to answer those who question their faith. Often they find themselves scrambling, and feeling less than adequate. Some think they should ask their pastor, Sunday School teacher, Bible study teacher, mentor, elder, deacon, priest or youth minister…
Hairy spiders retreat from soggy wrecked webs and head in to tend cotton ball egg sacks tucked into tight nooks and crannies that human eyes overlook. Greasy field mice scurry from flooded pockets and make a mad dash for dusty kitchen cupboards. A fat mouse flexes and scares a sensitive kitt…
Canopy callipers cast cocoon nests across the limbs of the stately maples that dotted the clean streets of his youth. The bark of the trees that remained had grown chunky and the tops cast more shade than he remembered.
When I kayaked past a stand up paddleboarder on Puget Sound in 2006, I thought the activity looked hard and slow. I wondered why anyone would put themselves through that.