Here, gathered in our beloved South Dakota, are a few members of our Williamson / Mattson Clan. Charles and Luella are to be blamed (be kind, they didn't know what they were doing). We're generally a happy bunch and somewhat intelligent (notwithstanding our tenous grasp on reality). I'm also proud to say that most of us still have our teeth.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
He Who Would Valient Be; To Be a Pilgrim.
From the Fortress of Solitude
Utah Valley woke to the sound of hail on the rooftops this morning. Hail is a common experience for many, but not so for those of us who live in this green valley weather has forgotten. Our days are spent with abundant sunshine and the occasional wind, rain and snow. Each element shows us their best side, saving the power of their punch for communities on the other side of the mountain ranges running along America's spine.
I watched the pea sized hail pop up and down on the deck like popcorn in hot oil. Only moments after it started, the hail grew bored with us and continued up and over the Wasatch Range, having reminded us that there really was such a thing as hard rain.
Today we pause a moment to enjoy a hymn well known to our Pilgrim and Puritan ancestors. It is another post honoring the faith of those who came before us.
With the music, enjoy scenes from our British ancestral homeland.