Funny....

...how sunlight can play with the bare branches of an early spring Ohio day and look amazingly like a late fall afternoon in Mississippi.

I was just looking out the window at some of the trees and shrubs that surround my house, and found myself remembering.....

I was driving down a Mississippi backroad somewhere near Kiln, and I stopped to ask for directions at a house where a number of men were working on cutting down some trees that had been torn out by the post-Rita tornados that had hit the area. I passed around Gatorade for everyone, and we sat and talked a bit.

As I was leaving, one of the men (who had a gorgeous Cajun/French name that I can't recall just now) pointed to a large damaged white farmhouse across the road, and said, "I really appreciate what all y'all in the Red Cross have done for us here in ol' Miss. If'n ever you need any help, y'all just knock on that farmhouse door -- even if it's 2:00 in the morning -- and I'll do anything I can to help y'all."

I hope that if that my house is ever damaged in a natural disaster, I'll have the wisdom and grace to extend an invitation to the disaster workers to knock on my door -- even at 2:00 a.m. in the morning.