Tuesday - 46th

What a difference a day makes! Perhaps that has been our lesson this spring. One day you're sending your kids to school, kiss kiss, have a good day, you pick up your cortado with skim milk and board the subway to work,  and the next day they're home, you're home and most everything is closed and you can't buy Tylenol or toilet paper for beans.

I had a mild swell of that feeling of change in the last twenty-four hours. Yesterday the weather was good, the kids were lively and happy, the COVID trends around here were mostly in an acceptable direction and talk of vaccines moving forward rapidly made your heart swell.

But the day drew to a close and things went a little helter-skelter after that. There was, for example, the matter of the fiendish tooth that has been giving me grief since the beginning of our lockdown. Last night it asserted itself once again, leading me to spend the night weighing my options rather than sleeping. In the end, after consulting with two dentists who themselves are mostly in isolation, I decided on home treatment for now. It may work. Maybe. The point is that the night was shot and Ed and I spent lovely moments lying in bed and reviewing future grocery shopping needs. Only with the coming of dawn did we finally give in to (a very short) sleep.

Porch breakfast. With strong coffee for me!






I spend the morning with the grandkids at their place. This is a good set of hours.

(He loves to play with "Let it Go," aka Elsa. And yes, two Elsas are better than one.)






(She's in the middle of a story, but she keeps an eye on what we're doing...)






Sparrow is hellbent on making me laugh and Snowdrop can't resist joining in on the silliness.
















But in the middle of all this, I got a call from my mom's assisted living residence. There followed ten more phone calls as decisions were made as to what to do next. It turns out she had tripped and she fell and now she has a small fracture somewhere near her shoulder. As I write this, she is back in her home with a sling and a wheel chair. As far as we can tell, she should mend and be fine in some amount of time, but her care needs greater coordination right now. I'm workin' on it!

Back at the farmette, the daffodils are at their fullest at this moment. Here is a photos that surely shows off their greatness. Feast your eyes, because we have strong storms and rains rolling into south central Wisconsin. Chances are high that the flowers will have fallen by tomorrow.





In between rain and rumbles of thunder, I pick up a delivery dropped off by Matt, our friend and farmer from Blue Valley Gardens. Two pounds of beautiful fresh spinach, to tide us over until our own plantings reach some decent level of growth. And, too, there is our weekly grocery drop to deal with. Not fun during storms, but still, we are grateful: we got a lot of good foods for the week ahead!

And one more piece of sweet news: state parks are opening this Friday! That means our local park down the road from us will once again be available for short hikes on days when there just isn't time to do anything big (meaning on most days). We are very happy.

And more importantly -- grateful. To so many, for all that they do,