Stormy Weather

The storm is raging outside. I am thinking of the fig tree I left on the terrace in the country house. By now the poor thing must be a wreck. I thought Spring was there. But Spring was only in the polls with rosebuds flowering again in France. By the way, the symbol of the Socialist party – a rose held in a tight fist – was created in 1969. Was not the world quite different then? I see tight fists everywhere and no time for roses…