“Curmudgeon grows almost perpendicular to the steep slope. His angular posture gives him the air of a finger pointed at the folly of the scrubs who have dared to sprout green in this parched time and place. Perhaps Curmudgeon’s bank of Hope has been spent. Perhaps he senses that our world is changing. Perhaps he questions, as I do, if his species is long for this planet. Perhaps he ponders, as I do, what kind of world our children are inheriting.
I suddenly feel a strong kinship with this bent and gnarled Curmudgeon at my side. Without Wi-Fi or satellite signals, we have shared something that connects us. We are both wondering if the next rain will give us what we need to reconnect with Hope.”
#excerpt #LoveEarthNow #hope