Tuesday is column day. Sometimes I have one in mind before writing time comes. Other Tuesdays, I have to think more. This week, I had it all planned. I was going to write about the Mueller Report and try to put a little humorous spin on it by calling it the Mullet Report.

Certainly a Mullet Report should be of greater interest to us here in South Georgia than politics. Chances are most of us like mullet better than Mueller!

Writing about political junk is not my calling as a column writer. It’s not that I don’t like to think about politics; it’s just that all of us hear about some story over and over again. Surely, I can do better than rehashing some boring subject like a Mueller Report.

Thankfully, a church member from Mitchell County saved me from a useless column. I believe you will thank her in the end.

First of all, my church friend called from outside her house and said “It’s a beautiful day.” That’s a fact. I have already been out this morning and I saw and felt for myself what a great spring morning looks and feels like.

As she talked to me, I thought I heard a chirp. The birds have been singing wonderfully as I walk around my neighborhood, but what a loud chirp I heard over the phone. “Am I hearing birds?” I asked.

“No,” was the reply. “It’s much better than birds. We have three hens who have had three broods of little chicks and they are walking around as if they own this little yard.” Chickens in the yard, I thought. What a wonderful memory.

“We have two more hens that are laying right now and we expect their little chicks to be born any day. We’ll soon be ‘chicken poor.’” I took that to mean the chicken feed bill was just about to go up.

“Do you have a coop?” I asked.

“A small one,” she said, “but I think we’re going to need a larger one very soon.”

I heard a dog bark. “Is that your dog?”

“Yes, he’s on a leash, tied up and is jealous that I am spending more time with the chicks than with him.”

I thought deviously. “Yeah, he wants a little chick for breakfast.” I told her that.

“He’s not that bad. He chases them but doesn’t really bother them too much.”

Again I thought. Yeah, he chases them, but can’t catch them! Just like Little Bit used to chase the squirrels in our back yard. He never caught one and, either age or lack of ability, cured him of chasing squirrels.

My cell phone enabled me to walk around as I talked. Donna Sue has a long planter out back and the Amaryllises are “going to town.” That’s my way of saying they are really hitting their stride, which means they are beautiful as they bloom. Spring has sprung and God’s miraculous power is in full view.

The Gerber Daisies have been working hard for weeks, as have the azaleas all over town. The dogwoods are next, along with green grass, and many other beautiful evidences of Mother Nature.

One of those little green lizards scoots across the deck and up in the fig tree that has already sprouted a thousand leaves or more.

As Mr. Rogers used to sing, “It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood.”

And I’m thankful that a church member called and rescued me from having to write a boring column about some Mueller Report. It’s been much more fun thinking about chicks and flowers. Aren’t you glad she called, too?