Is it Summer Yet?

Eaton Hamilton, After Matisse, 2020, acrylic on acrylic paper

It’s not summer here yet. We had a few nice days, even a 3-day “heat wave” I barely noticed, but today was just as chilly and rainy as winter. Good thing, though, really. I might have had to resort to watering for the first time. The maple trees are down with powdery mildew. The roses toss in their yearly extravaganza. The clematis beam their flat-petalled joy. The delphs are stunning, rising in their blue and purple spires.

The stories re: Roe v Wade are dunning. This sadistic ruling by the so-called Supremes in the US will push us toward fascism faster than any other single decision. Already a child has been refused an abortion following rape (any sex with a child is rape) and forced into another state. States are planning to let ectopic pregnancies or incomplete pregnancies end in death. It’s becoming illegal to cross state lines. Bounty hunters are being let loose.

They’ve wrecked themselves, of course.

I had a hard lesson to learn this week about ethics, or the lack thereof.

And day surgery, from which I am trying to recover.

My hope for you this week is that you grab rays of hope wherever you can.