I heard a report this morning about a section of Malibu that was scorched by wildfires last fall and all that was left was blackened stumps of trees. Now, it is ablaze with wildflowers! And the greenest green the natives have ever seen, reminiscent of Ireland's rolling hills.
There is something so heartening about that - out of the fire, gold.
The heat of political turmoil, personal tragedy, illness, gun violence, racial unrest sometimes seems to leave only charred spiky ruins.
I cling to those wildflowers.
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