Today was one of those hard days. The headlines were filled with sad news about accidents. The oil spill keeps getting worse. I had to give bad news about grades to some of my students. A friend's dog was poisoned and she is grieving. A co-workers husband got laid off from his job. I had to once again try to explain to a thirteen-year-old why the Americans couldn't and didn't just jump on a plane and go save the victims during the Holocaust. When I got home I sat and took in the simple beauty of my surroundings. I already feel so much more at peace. Isabelle also found a good spot.
How can I not be at peace after finding the first iris in bloom?
