As the crickets chirp their late summer messages, I thought about a phrase that has been used many times recently here in the United States: Love Trumps Hate. You see it, on thousands of printed political signs. You hear it in speeches. But, I am not asking this question in a political sense.
It's (the pun in the expression aside) a good question.
If you google "Does love trump hate?", you get about 15,000,000 results.
But is it true?
It can even tear apart families, these political discussions. Isn't hate busy trumping love?
So, to bring in a breath of fresh, positive, air, I present to you some of the flowers blooming in my yard. Unlike many of my posts, where I also feature flowers found on various of my exercise walks, these were all from my front yard.
Some of my final day lilies.
Reddish, glowing after sunset.
My tall phlox.
But not all beauty is in flowers. Sometimes, foliage is what I admire.
I grew up in an apartment in the Northeast Bronx. I am so grateful for every day I can walk into my yard. I do not turn a blind eye to what is going on in the world, but I do have to take breaks from it. (And, for now, I continue my limited visits to Facebook.) But, many times, I wake up thinking that hate, all over the world, is trumping love.
What do you think?