Perhaps I would find more credibility in the map if the well-meaning creators of the “U.S. Peace Index” recognized that real human beings who wish to live in peace and who are U.S. citizens reside in the District of Columbia (though perhaps they are not included because local governance of the citizens of the District are subject to the whims and opinions of elected officials from both the most and least peaceful of states and thus are governed by the whole map). It is of interest nonetheless.
I was sitting at the kitchen table editing a document and drinking hot tea, when I heard a beating of wings against the window. It was in the inside, not the outside. A cabbage butterfly. I do not know how it got inside or where it found a place to grow and open in the house, but here it is in the middle of winter. It soon gave up beating its wings against the window and found the orchids that were blooming and rested there. What a lovely surprise.
Today I had the honor of leading an online practice for some of the staff at the Latin American Youth Center to give them some support for their incredible service.
This was from a walk a few days ago.
With the invasion of arctic air, I needed to harvest most of the remaining beans, peppers, and cherry tomatoes.
Some beans were dry, most were still fresh shell beans, and a few handfuls were still tender as green beans.
