Story, photos and flowers by Betsey Crawford, on why no act of goodwill is too small

“Recent political events have reinforced for me once again that not only is progress non-linear, the way is often bewilderingly and heartbreakingly tortuous with far too many backward strides. I am reminded of Wendell Berry’s poem, February 2, 1968. He wrote it three days into the disastrous Tet Offensive of the Vietnam war, in a year that was to include two deeply tragic assassinations, worldwide rebellion, and a bitter election.

In the dark of the moon, in flying snow, in the dead of winter,
war spreading, families dying, the world in danger,
I walk the rocky hillside, sowing clover.”