“Many a man curses the rain that falls upon his head, and knows not that it brings abundance to drive away the hunger. “
— Saint Basil
We in the Pacific Northwest are used to rain. It comes in a drizzly gray form that permeates us to our core during the winter months. We endure it with a certain perverted pride, but that pride turns to pessimism this time of year. Even the natives start getting a little impatient as we wait for those glorious, sunny dry days of summer.
Still, the rain has reason for being. It keeps us green and the gray skies keep a lot of the winter chill away. Also, without it, growing all the varieties of food that we do in the Willamette Valley wouldn’t be possible.
Ironically, as I carried boxes of food from the Oregon Food Bank to the distribution center at the True Life church in Beaverton, I was carrying the result of all that rain. A lot of that donated food probably depended on good old Northwest rain. Even the chickens who laid the eggs probably drank a little bit of the runoff.
Sure there are gray skies out there, but there’s no reason we can’t have a sunny outlook.
Today’s gift of time … Helped my co-worker Bob load, stack and sort food for his church’s food bank distribution.