Tomorrow—July Fourth—is a big day for our country, a time to celebrate its birthday. Accordingly, there will be parades, picnics, barbecues, and fireworks.
We will be having friends over for an appetizers and salad party, where Clif will make his legendary grilled bread. I’ve made a homemade vanilla ice cream pie, and I’ll drizzle blueberry and strawberry preserves over the slices for a touch of red and blue to go with the white.
I wish I could write that I am approaching this holiday with excitement and joy, but I am not. Never, since I have been politically aware—a necessary qualifier—have I seen the U.S. in such a terrible state, with a leader who feels perfectly comfortable tweeting about women and blood and a congress gleefully intent on stripping millions of people of health care while giving huge tax breaks to the rich. In short, it is heartbreaking to see what this country has become.
I know. We’ve been in dark places before, and we’ve somehow manage to work our way out of them. So perhaps we will be able to shake off the greed, hate, nastiness, and fear that has gripped this country and emerge better and wiser. But, of course, there are no guarantees.
Therefore in sadness and in hope, I am posting a picture of this lily, a lone survivor of lily beetles and marauding skunks intent on finding grubs.
May this country survive its marauders and bloom, bloom, bloom.