Neither rain nor sleet nor snow

It has always struck me as odd that the noun used and the image offered up in the unpredictable display of weather and the aspects of nature have long been described by embodying it in the image of a mother and referring to it as, Mother Nature. While the rebirth of fresh blossoms in spring, abundance of a garden’s growth and the riches of a fall harvest may well describe the birthing, gestation and miracle of birth in all forms, the destruction of a flood, irreversible loss in fire, devastation in a mudslide or tsunami, really, in my opinion, does not reflect what lives in the heart and soul of a mother. See full story in Jan. 15 Record