The last several mornings I've awakened to Inca doves cooing in the yard for the first time this new season. Increasing numbers and shades of wild flowers dot my path as I walk - cut leaf daisy now, Mexican hat, beggars' tick, along with the prickly poppy. No bluebonnets yet, but soon. We've had beautiful pink sunsets the last four evenings and last night I got home from work in time to take a work in the neighborhood, Now I almost wish I hadn't because of a distressing sight in the neighborhood - a poster board taped to bumper of pick up truck on the street behind my house. It was handwritten with the horrible slogan "God damn Barack Obama - Socialist Pig destroying America. God bless true Americans," It was all decorated with American flags. The hate in it freaked me out. I don't like it that my back yard touches the back yard of someone with such a hateful attitude. It bothered me more than a commercial sticker would have, because of the degree of effort involved in creating it - though I guess a commercial sticker would imply that more people shared the sentiment. The pink sunset and Venus setting, half moon high touched me deeply - but so did the hate. Part of me wants to knock on the door - ask questions, but I won't. Odd that the doves live in my yard and in the yard of the person who wrote those hateful words - no fence or feeling confining them.