10 years ago yesterday I just had to get away from the radio news, breathlessly covering the “shock and awe” of Bush’s army entering Iraq.
There was only one thing to do. Draw a breath and draw a flower, or 10.
Lucy was still alive and lay near me, eyes and ears tuned for signs of danger.
Pinks and oranges starred the grasses.
That war is now supposed to be over. Other wars loom. March is here.
Time to go draw flowers again.