The world is an uncertain place these days. I have friends that are doing well, who are getting new jobs that they're happy with, expanding their social circles, and finding joy in new experiences. And I also have a fair number of friends who are losing their jobs, wrestling with twenty and thirty-something angst and feeling generally beat down.
So are things improving? All of the country's best and brightest seem to think so, but I'll admit I'm unsure. Regardless, there is little that we as individuals can do other than endeavor to find pleasure and happiness in our own spheres. And as a red blooded patriotic American I feel it is my duty to do exactly that.
I have been so distracted by the beautiful summer fruit at the Greenmarket lately that the flowers had been sorely neglected. I haven't had fresh blooms in weeks! And my apartment was a bit downtrodden about the absence. But last Saturday, I suppose because the melons were few and far between, the dahlias caught my eye.
I couldn't resist this brilliant burst of sunshine for my bathroom countertop. My home is certainly a much more joyful place for it. And, happily, that joy has rubbed off on me as well.