Bulbs, Not Bullets

If planting flowers can calm passing souls, and help put an end to the horrific gun violence afflicting us...

The annual Park Avenue Tulip Dig is underway.  This year's bulbs that we harvested on Monday produce blooms that are a pale pink - officially, "apricot" - a color that is soft, muted, quiet, retiring, in stark contrast to the aggressive, violent, rage-fueled acts perpetrated the day after by the Uvalde school shooter who took 19 children and their two teachers.

This madness must stop.

I shared the Fund for Park Avenue notice...

...about the Tulip Dig with another guerrilla gardener, who was despairing about Uvalde incident.  It is horrific; they are all horrific - but I am tired, I am exhausted.  There are just so many.

I will vote, I will speak out where I can.  I recognize those may be of limited effectiveness.  I cannot control the actions of others.  But I can plant, and create mini public gardens, and nourish life - plant and human and animal - in that way.  

That I can do, and do it where other people have given up and don't care.  And maybe, just maybe, help them to care again.  Maybe, just maybe, the angry and tormented shooters will be a little more calm.  Maybe, just maybe, the other voters in this country will care a little bit more about people, and a little less about easy access to their shoot-'em-up hobby toys.

(Special thanks to Sissy for her help this year with the bulb recovery - she was the clear winner.)