While we wait for the garden to grow, let’s take a look at a thread on X (Twitter), with several posts in that same “how it started, how it’s going, but not snippy-like” category:
Minas Gerais, Brazil – reforestation
Gareth Weeks – liver transplant
Woodstock couple – 50 years later
Rio de Janeiro – reforestation
Best friends – since WWII
Pachuca – painting
Boston highway – moved underground
Profoundly inspiring photos, Isabel. How easily we can be defeated by the appearances of destitution and allow ourselves to be mired in despair! I take courage from these as the possibility for delight grows.
The photo of the Boston highway triggered a memory. I believe driving that highway was the first time I had moved in almost bumper-to-bumper, three-lane traffic, moving faster than the posted speed limit with absolutely no place to move away from the other cars for any kind of emergency. I must have been in my late 20s and was an experienced driver — I had criss-crossed Europe by car a few years before — but was quite terrified and grateful when I found our turn-off.
Laurna – I drove a wee bit in Los Angeles when I was in the early 40s and it, too, was terrifying. Up a ramp from a city street and straight into 4 lanes of 75-mile/hour bumper-to-bumper traffic. I couldn’t do it now.
For Laurna — In the 1990s, Boston was the worse place to drive in our experience. Saw a 90-year-old woman giving everyone the finger. At a blockage, I saw a man get out of his car to yell at another driver, blocking traffic, yelling, “Die, old man, die!” Getting into Boston from the suburbs required reducing 6 narrow lanes into 4: the forever bottleneck at any time of day.
It looks as if the local government of Pachuca had done a short trip to Jelly Bean Row in St. John’s
Barry – 🙂 Hah! Yes, we could have a talk with them about cultural appropriation, but learning from others always seemed like a good idea to me.