A neighbor asked me last week what my blog is about. That question gave me pause because I hadn't thought it was about anything other than the little things that catch my eye as I'm out on my walks. Or maybe it's my insistence on (most) things being attractive, even beautiful.
The world is often too damn sordid much more frequently than it should be (witness the disgusting revelations emanating from Happy effing Valley this past week). It would be easy to bitch and moan. I don't care to. Neither do I care to have my comments box filled with the same sort of poisonous, narrow-minded vitriol I read in my newspaper every damn day of the week.
I do not ignore the evil, nor do I want anyone else to do so. I want people to speak up when they see or know of evil. I want them to protect children from disgusting bastards who would harm them, who pervert the world with their insidious behavior as they hide behind positions of power and/or respectability.
I want children to be able to grow up to see beauty in small things, to enjoy lives filled with color, instead of the darkness of greed and evil.
I wanted my little blog to show a curtain of gold lit by the sun, a feathery wand of leaves left on the sidewalk by Mother Nature, and the undulating leaves of hosta as they succumb to winter.
However, the bastards who would destroy all that live among us, like "The Invasion of the Body Snatchers," and if we fall asleep they take over and we become them. The Devil smiles, he often wears a nice clothes. We need to be vigilant or the beauty of life is lost.
Have a nice day.