Stormy Weather…  The rains came and the wind whipped twigs and leaves from the eucalyptus trees and interrupted my Internet connection, but my little hummingbird seems to have proved herself to be fit for the job of bring new life into the world.  I was going to say, “All’s right with the world,” but that’s obviously not the case.  The Internet connection has resumed, and I can post my picture of my backyard in the rain yesterday and the picture of my tiny friend sitting patiently, though wet, on her two eggs… but repairing Ukraine and Russia and Uganda and Arizona and whatever it is Ted Cruz and the Koch brothers are hunkered down plotting with the Tea Party to do with America… those are still concerns… still problems… 

So I’ll do what I’ve done before…  I’ll reread William Faulkner’s Nobel Prize acceptance speech.  He was talking about the role and responsibility of the writer, but what he said was aimed at all of us.  

If you haven’t read it lately, go now…

http://www.nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/literature/laureates/1949/faulkner-speech.html