It’s early morning and I read the news for the day, news I receive from Heather Cox Richardson and Robert Hubbell. I pause to reflect on people dying for a cause, defending a cause.
Yesterday I watched a Red-Shouldered hawk sit on a post above our yard. He flew overhead with a screech and then his mate came to the same post. Steve says he’s hearing the higher-pitched screech of babies.
It’s Spring and I trust that change is coming as countries unite to fight a frightened bully and speak with the screech of the hawk, a bird of prey that is a gift to our yard and other yards.
I seem wrapped in the colors of the flag of Ukraine, blue and yellow, blue for the sky and yellow for the sunflowers they grow under a blue sky that shines above the current gray.