Monday, October 29, 2018

Dogwood Monday: October 29


I feel more anticipation for the November 6 election than I have every felt about an election in my lifetime.  It feels like so much is on the line, with daily reminders of just what a tiny, venal, mean-spirited, man we’ve placed in the White House.  Then an incident like the shooting in Pittsburgh occurs and I feel powerless.  

It seems silly to step on the back deck and admire my trees when the world feels like it’s on fire.  But these trees and this garden are my hope in the world.  And hope, however tenuous, is the only way forward.  So today I will celebrate the changing leaves on my dogwood and remind myself that when we can find hope we can survive.



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