Nothing is more valuable in Wisconsin than a day like today. 

It's 74 degrees, humidity 61%, wind whispering through the trees.  It's Sunday morning and the month of June has slipped by.

For those of us with four seasons, does anyone know how winter can pass so slowly while spring flies by?

I appreciate this day.  I see the blue sky, the green leaves.  I hear the birds.  I enjoy the sun.  I rest.  An inspired author has written something to the effect, "When I rest, the world rests with me."

I trust you are resting today.