Yesterday the power company contractors came to our backyard, swarmed up our beautiful longsuffering Chinese elm and our heretofore unmolested crape myrtle and removed a goodly portion of them. My broken heart was little eased by thinking of the common good.
Still, this new day has dawned fresh and bright, and my dawn patrol yielded treasure in a small tree in the front yard.
A Leonard Cohen lyric comes to mind:
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in
Everlasting Arms 