January’s Flower

A cultivated Viola we found in a Green-Wood Cemetery planting recently.

How can one despair when the earth continually cycles through its great changes? After winter comes the spring. In the dark, there are the stars. In the grey and the sere, there is a flower the color of the sun.

Harper’s latest issue has a Resister’s Guide for the dawning age of Trump that is very much worth reading. Not a subscriber? Should be.