The garden a crazy riot of colour, pink and cream oleanders tumbling over the garden wall from next door, tall blue agapanthus everywhere, red, mauve, pink and orangey pelargoniums in your face. A summer carnival. Made up a large Christmassy jar of homebaked spicy ginger cookies. The old stove is on its last legs but the cookies turned out fine.
The housemate insists she is better. I don’t think she is much better. I know she wants very badly to feel better. That will have to do for now.
News reports full of suicides, violence, poverty, heartbreak. And occasional good news, wishes granted, children’s dreams fulfilled, the hungry fed, justice meted out, promises kept.
What was it Frederick Buechner said?
“Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don’t be afraid.”
