Spring

Stepping outside this morning to gaze about in my garden, I felt the warm sun on my face.  Everything still very wet from the overnight rain sparkles and glistens.  As I listened, I heard many different birds calling.  I saw a pair of California towhees rush to hide in the bushes by the fence.  I think they are checking out the site for their nest.  The buds on the apple tree have broken open and leaves are beginning to appear.  The Spring flowers are bright and pretty, red, blue, pink and white.  I thought how wonderful our world is, how beautiful the restorative cycles of nature are.  And yet, I can't let go of my frustration and deep concern over the politics in Washington.  The horrible Trump budget proposal clearly shows his values and intentions.  He wants to destroy many institutions I value.  I am fearful he will take our nation to war against N. Korea.  I can only be consoled by the knowledge it is very hard to change an institution as big as our government.  I trust the judiciary and the main stream press as checks against the power of the executive.  Resistance is the order of the day.  I will write more postcards.