Trump’s Executive Order is just a shiny object. Remember that. It has loopholes, and, in fact, Paul Ryan is bringing a bill to the floor of the House today that will allow for mass incarceration of immigrant families. Mass incarceration sounds pretty much like a concentration camp to me. Keep calling, my friends. I called my Representative (who I fervently pray gets voted out in November) this morning. And, there is no plan in place to reunite the children with their families. Parents have been deported, children have been moved to various parts of the county. How is a baby going to articulate his surname?
Trump’s MO: offer up something so egregious that any move on his part after that, no matter how substance-less, seems like a big improvement. I’m not buying it.
On to the garden:
The milkweed flowers are beginning to open.
Crown vetch, which used to spread all over the garden, is beginning to bloom. Crown vetch likes shade and when we lost a limb on the maple a couple of years ago, we lost the shade that the crown vetch thrived on. It’s still there in pockets of the garden, but not like it was.
I see a few bee balm flowers beginning to show themselves.
The bees are busy over in the spirea (and in the catmint.)
I mowed yesterday and am going to mow today as well. I have to get it done before the weekend, even though the grass isn’t all that long, because I might get stuck in jury duty next week. I’m hoping I’m not called or, if I’m called, it amounts to nothing. There’s a lot of my plate at the moment, not the least of which is that the show is ending in less than two weeks. I feel sadness creeping in, felt it last night, when I think of those lovely people, and the joyful experience they create every performance. I’ve never seen a nicer group of people and when I realized that when I watch the show on July 1st, it will be the last time I see them together, I cried. Don’s going to have to navigate a big change and although I can’t do it for him, I want to be there for him every step of the way.
Happy Thursday.
