My husband walked into the house last Friday evening with a bundle of daffodils, just because, along with baguettes and Italian sausage and provolone because it was Friday, and this is the evening of the week where we give in to total relaxation and easy culinary pleasures. The work week is done. It is time to treat ourselves and not prepare or plan. One must do this, now more than ever. One must, if one can, remember the little things, if one has the wherewithal, the financial wherewithal to treat oneself, and the emotional wherewithal to lift oneself from the overwhelm that is intentionally being cast across the nation and the world by one empowered individual. I won’t state the obvious; I won’t list the many wrongdoings being implemented, all for the goal of personal power and money. I won’t do this here and now because, if you are like me, you need places to occupy where he/they can’t. So I give you daffodils. Yes, the daffodil still grows. We must nurture the good things that still grow. And there are many things that do.

In Volume 6, Issue 2 of Club Plum, hope lives, despite adversity and loss and sadness. Hope lives in a girl’s painful sacrifice for a suffering boy. It lives in the perseverance and dreams of a father, even as his actions are impaired. It lives in the bravery of leaving an unhappy home. It lives in the birds that rest in the eave, surely Mother’s arm.

Please stay hopeful with us.

Yours in words and art,

Thea

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