This week, this week,
Starting with a beautiful FITH, where I couldn't help but notice how everyone's designs have matured. Is that the right word?
Styles are looser and just full of joie de vivre. The containers are as engaging as the flowers themselves and we had some new guests come to the party and invite us in the homes.
Total success. let's do it again next month!
Now how about that Supreme Court?
I am quite the little political junkie and when I'm not in the garden or the gym, I'm tuning in to the news of the day.
Tuesday my heart was broken by the decision on the Voting Rights Act. I cried.
Wednesday, my spirit jumped up and down in jubilation when that same court struck down Doma and repealed Prop 8. It was like the end of a long winter, when you think you can't take another day of cold and gray and then the sun comes out and you see your first crocus.
I cried at work. I put on sunglasses and went outside and cried some more. I talked on the phone. I sent and responded to text.
I facebooked and shared in social media joy. I came home and watched the news, and to the chagrin of the kittens, well you know what I did.
I stood with Wendy Davis and marveled at her mental and physical stamina. I cheered the crowd of 400 protesters who made up the "peoples filibuster" and yes I shed a few tears.
My soul is clearly starved for some good news and for a hero or two or 400.
Cheers to the Senate for getting it together and passing an Immigration Reform bill.
Boo to the House for immediately responding it won't be brought to the floor for a vote.
My suggestion as a taxpayer?
More flowers in the House, less hatred.
And congratulations to the two couples who brought the suit against Prop 8 to the highest court in the land.
They were both married tonight in California.
See, at the end of every rant, I'll offer up a happy ending.
And flowers and a kitten.
Now aren't you glad you stayed?