*Day 42. Stardate April 27, 2020. We are still quarantined. With everything I need to sustain myself, I am bereft of human companionship. I speak to screens and talk on phones, text and email, yet there is no substitute for a hug or kiss...a warm embrace. My neighbors wave and cheer me, they watch over me with a tenderness that often brings me to tears. *A small nod to my hubby who loved all things science fiction. It's kind of like how all the Star Trek episodes started.
These two months, last year, were my dearest's last. The smell of the air, the angle of the sun, memories popping up in our photos and facebook. It all makes the already difficult, so much harder to bear.
The numbers of the victims of the virus are staggering. The stories of loss fill the news.
The reality of all the families that have lost a loved one, hits our hearts so deeply.
Mike and Amanda did my shopping, and we visited through a closed storm door. All I wanted was to hug them both. My kids, my granddaughters... We are all missing each other so very much.
I got busy with the garden. Cleaned the birdbath, weeded the lavender bed. Planted some hollyhocks, fingers crossed. I even roughed up the many bare spots in the front lawn and planted grass seed we bought two years ago. Again, here's hoping something grows.
Look at that clear blue sky.
The bittersweet is budding, but I am thinking, climbing roses. Right now I am cautiously bending and lifting. My back is better and I want to keep it that way. I do get overzealous and forget my advanced age. Young at heart, old in back.
It was such a beautiful day. Thinking of other sunny Spring Sundays. Hanging on the deck with my best guy. Every Spring for 25 years I'd come in from the garden and thank Tyke for buying us this house. It was and still is a haven, and a comfort to me.
A good year for Queen Anne's Lace. I have to remind the lawn guys that this is a weed I love.
I have more moss than grass out front, but once the hosta fill out, it looks perfectly woodsy.
With the Honey Locusts in the parkway and the Maple in the front yard, it is a cool oasis in the summer.
Coming in from my walk I spotted the heart shadow on the lampshade.
It's hard to see but I made a chicken wire heart. Doesn't everyone have a roll of chicken wire hanging around? I used a couple of wire coat hangers to make the shape and covered it with the chicken wire. I wired a small string of lights to the edge. This idea was copied from an author, Fifi O Neil.
I just put it there to get it off the table. I've always had a thing for hearts.
"Home is where you go when you've nowhere to go."
I hope this finds you and your family healthy, hanging on for each other. If you are hunkered down with someone, hold them close. If you are alone, we are all truly in this together, even though the space between us may be far, our hearts are close.
Take care my friends.
"We will get through this."
Find something beautiful in today.