It’s officially spring, which means field grown flowers aren’t far behind. It’s been a long winter and, frankly, I’ve struggled to pay attention to flowers or nature or all that is beautiful. My brain feels like I’m always watching a ping-pong match, head turning side to side as I flit from one alarming headline to the next. I’ve struggled to escape a spiral of dread and intense anger about the pain that has been levied on so many people. Outrage, incredulity, horror, these are the emotions that have taken up residence in my mind.