No two ways about it. The recent elections threw me in a tizzy, and I am oh so glad that overall there was more good than bad. I am also coming down the homestretch with Library Lost. Between those two things, I don’t have much energy for anything else.
But yesterday afternoon in the front yard, the light was so beautiful that I did make time to take a few pictures.
Looking up, there are oak leaves.
Looking down, ditto.
Little Minerva is nearly buried.
And one lone phlox flower hangs on.
Finally, this captures how I feel after Tuesday’s elections. So light, so grateful.
While the work certainly isn’t done—we can never say, “There! Finished!”—after the past two miserable years, there is now hope.