Spring is officially here, and it's a glorious event.  Daffodils, snow-drops and crocuses proclaim victory against the trials of the past winter by unfurling colorful banners of yellow and white and mauve, which delight the eye and invigorate sagging spirits.  Another season past and a new year in sight; the garden beckons and with it comes the opportunity to replace, to refurbish, to regenerate and to reveal the wonder of nature;  luckily for the fortunate among us, we are presented with the possibility of hope.  Why hope?  For in the garden, the elements dictate, luck occasionally intervenes, dedication and commitment certainly helps, and the rest is out of our hands.  A swarm of locusts/an invasion of white-flies/prolonged rains and flooding/persistent heat-wave/a prolonged drought/a debilitating accident/the death of a loved one:  all these can effect both how we look at our garden, and how the garden looks to us.  Regardless of the present conditions at a given moment, there is always tomorrow and the day after.  And this tiny bit of wisdom keeps all gardeners eternally optimistic, as well as young at heart.

My heart beat just a tad bit faster when I first saw today's visual treat.  This vast interior so reminded me of the artists' lofts that one associates with the creative masters who toiled in London, Paris, or Prague.  Quixotically I could imagine the setting as that of NYC or Washington of the old, yet realistically I know that many such quarters have long fallen to the developer's wrecking ball, or have been smarted up and now well beyond the reach of most practitioners of the creative arts.  Any real estate caption with the label of 'Loft-style living' conveys hipness and urban zip, and is applied to any residence with oversized windows/an open floor plan/exposed brick walls/the suggestion of industrial origins, and within easy walk of coffee-shop/gourmet-food shopping/cross-fit gym/yoga center/restaurant-bar with a smart tailored cuisine and (for added stars on the rating scale) one or more of the following: pool-table/dart-board/rail-road signs/acrylic bar/low leather banquettes/a pole or two/bottle-service/VIP level/valet parking/write-up on the social-media boards and, or, cool people watching other cool people be cool and thus feeling cool for being cool at a cool place.

I get a chill (if not feel cool and then cold) at the thought of any rash actions on the part of our current president during the time of the open-window.  Whom amongst us is not somewhat wary of rushing into battle based on still questionable evidence; whom amongst us can forget a a certain once-credible official who testified of the existence of WMD's that proved to be erroneous (and utterly fabricated), thereby leading to the invasion of Iraq.  I'd rather let diplomacy and economic sanctions be employed in the delicate stand-off between Prime Minister Netanyahu and Iran.  Notwithstanding the warming pots of war-paint, armed conflict is not supported by the majority of the tiny country's citizens (or unrecognized residents), nor has been endorsed by other nations on the world stage.  From a leader who decries the desperate (if not lamentable and frequently counter-productive) actions of others within that region, I find his words (during his recent visit to Washington) troubling, and his motives (to declare war on Iran) questionable.  Americans are tired of being at war in foreign lands, have found that our definition of democracy and freedom is not universal, want our boys (and girls) back home in one piece, and well understand that the challenges facing our country will not be solved within this century, or the next, without world peace.

Enjoy the weekend.



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