Last Christmas our young friend and her parents gave us a tall prayer candle refitted with a photo of Robert Mueller looking thoughtful, surrounded by tiny, glittery stones. We’ve burned it most evenings all winter. Now the wick is hard to reach to light, the sides smudged with smoke, and that beacon extinguished.
Today I’ll just post a spring image from a more hopeful year – this spring doesn’t care, never held out hope for answers anyway. Flowers still bloom in our gloom – for now.
her spirits rose... 
Oh, yes they do! I can’t look at a daffodil without thinking of your paintings of that most welcome yellow after the gray winter!
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Thank you Jane- Don’t you love all the clusters of daffodils everywhere on the island!
I so enjoy your stories. Even the most miserable is smoothed over by beauty. Thank you.
Thank you Simone for this comment. I have spent a lot of time on daybed and bench – both made comfy by you – misery smoothed over by comfort!
In Portland I did my yoga every day while looking at your painting of daffodils. They bloom in our guest room all year long, and always cheer me.
Paper daffodils! I forgot about those- I am glad they keep you company!
Beautiful pictures! Hurrah for Spring! And yes, the report was a disappointment. But I’m still hopeful that 45 will eventually implode.
Thank you Vicki – we are coming along behind you in spring terms! And surely this gloating precedes an implosion. One can continue to hope!