Fresh tomato sauce is bubbling on the stove. Zinnias and nasturtiums are glowing in the garden. The deer have decimated the hostas and wiped out the tomatoes. Saturday means Ann Arbor where I am happy to skip the football games. It’s fall.
It’s also election season, and this election is making me very anxious. Like eveyone I know, I am appalled that it’s a close race and can’t understand how anyone could vote for Trump. Except I guess I can understand it, at least as much as I can understand almost-daily shootings of unarmed black people and our continuing denial of climate change. Which is not an understanding but certainly not a surprise any more.
As always, those things sit heavily at the back of my mind while I try to keep my focus on what I can do and my attention on the many things I am grateful for every day. Farmers and flowers and family and friends. How do you make it, wherever you are?
