Ahhh, Spring at Last!

Crocus grace our borders and random spots in our lawn, heralding the arrival of long-awaited Spring. They look like ragged-shelled, pastel Easter eggs tossed like a flower girls' petals in handfuls. They catch the sun's shine and the attention of drowsy bees. They are small, gentle reminders that life remains good, despite recent horrific, senseless shootings of thirteen innocent souls in nearby Binghamton.The gunman, also took his life making the total fourteen. The only way I can make sense of this incident is to not give up belief in the goodness of mankind, to actively seek its existence even in the minute details of everyday life and actions. Maybe it's a Pollyanna outlook on life, but it's how I cope for now.

Our cat, Jazz, copes by sneaking catnaps where he shouldn't (on top of our bed).