Once again, silence is golden. All is quiet at the compound.

At about six-thirty this morning I heard Juan, the ginner, kick the plant into neutral. It ran all the cotton out of the system and began coasting to a stop.

I made a quick run to survey loads and found we only had one more load to move before we shut down for the weekend.

This year is a milestone. Never before have we been ginning at Easter.

Not being Catholic in a community dominated by Catholicism, it has been very interesting to watch and listen. I have always enjoyed the different Priests assigned to the local parish, probably Father Tom is my all time favorite. I have also been amazed by the traditions of their faith.

Father Tom was young and his trademark was the wide assortment of Catholic University sweatshirts he wore. He was always soft spoken, a smile on his face, and never left without a blessing for you. Last I heard he was heading the diocese efforts on the college campus at Angelo.

It has been interesting to watch this small community since Ash Wednesday, through lent, Palm Sunday, and Good Friday.

Yesterday I heard one older gentleman who had just returned from his other farming operation as he told someone else that he had come home to do nothing except observe the Holy days.

I'm not sure where I read it yesterday, but I read an article either on-line or in the newspaper about Good Friday. It is a day to celebrate or a day to mourn?

Krl and I talked about this last evening.

May you be blessed in these Holy Days.

FATHER, thank YOU for JESUS, for HIS sacrifice, for YOUR sacrifice, for our hope and promise through him. Amen.