No need to talk about the tensions of this past week. We’ve all been through it.
Instead, I present Poncho. Poncho is a Brussels Griffon, Yorkie, Shih Tzu mix. He is 11 years old, blind, and diabetic. I spent the week driving up to Chicago to adopt him, and we have spent the last 24 hours mapping the house and settling in.
We are going to be just fine. The world is going to be just fine as well, although sometimes it does not feel that way. From my perspective the world feels more on track today than it did earlier in the week, but I am also certain that there are people who do not share my feelings. May we all have patience for each other.
And so I shall end with a hydrangea blossom. Why? Hydrangeas are not alone in reminding me of what is important in life, but in all their stages, through the occasional unexpected rebloom, to dormancy and dried flower heads in the winter landscape, they remind me of the importance of living through the full cycle, remind me that there is nourishment, and hope, in everything. I don’t always see it, but that is almost irrelevant. It is there anyway. Besides, is there such a thing as too many photos of hydrangea blossoms?
Have a good weekend and a good week-to-come.
