These Things Give Me Hope

It was a big day in Tallahassee. This morning was the annual Springtime Tallahassee parade which the little family attended before they went to the protest at the state Capitol. I'm so proud of them. May had to work, Maggie had two different things Lily had to get her to and Hank is taking care of Rachel. Who, by the way, is okay, thankfully. Having some pain but able to rest. Hank's taking good care of her, changing her bandage, making sure the incision site looks good, making her things to eat and drink.
Jessie said there was a really good turnout at the Capitol. I'm so glad. Tallahassee has been an historically blue dot in a red state. There are three universities there and a big arts and music scene and all that other lefty liberal flakey stuff so I'm not surprised people turn out. In her text she wrote, "I'm glad we went. But I get very emotional. Like why the fuck do we have to protest this shit? How did we get here?! But it was a really good turnout and lots of support from cars driving by."
I read an online article from NBC news about the protest in Minnesota and by the end of it, had tears running down my face. 
My god but sometimes I do love human beings. I have become so cynical in my later life but now and then I am reminded that there are so many people who are decent and who care enough to get out there and do the decent thing. And now I've just watched this and I'm a fucking mess. 

I don't even need to say anything about that except that music and those who write it and make it can change the world in ways the politicians never can. 

And while all of this was going on today, I was right here in Lloyd, as I knew I would be. I did get my plants in the garden and I did get my hands in the dirt and I did get weeds pulled up and I did get a real sense of accomplishment and also peace. It's funny how although I do like and try to keep a tidy house, I have little interest in dusting or mopping, scrubbing or polishing while a newly planted garden with all of the sense of possibility inherent in it thrills and satisfies me. 
While I was already on my knees, I felt around each carrot to get an idea of how mature it was. I'm glad I did. I found a good many quite ready to pull. 

It is so wonderful to have this sink.

Mr. Moon texted me earlier today to say that if it was alright with me he would like to come home this evening. I answered saying, "I guess that is fine with me." 
And so he has and I am glad to have him here. I can't seem not to hug him every time we come across each other in the house. I don't think he minds because he surely does hug me back. 
Tenderly. 

I kicked bamboo again today before I got started in the garden. It needs to be done at least every other day or else the sprouts will become so large that it is difficult to snap them off at the ground with a good solid kick. Tomorrow I plan on weeding around the hydrangea, pulling up as much of the crocosmia as I can. I would love to think that I'll finally get to that herb garden I've been thinking about but who knows? 

Here's one more picture of the protest in front of Florida's capitol that Jessie sent. 

Sounds like a good plan to me. 

Time to go make my sweetheart's supper. 

Love...Ms. Moon

P.S. Thanks to all of you who showed up and represented today. You are my heroes. 

P.P.S. Yes, I did watch the Keith Richards documentary again last night and yes, I did love it. 
I knew you'd want to know.