But, the morning is spent on CoVid related business. Meaning, none of it would have been on my plate were it not for the pandemic. (Lots of mom stuff, lots of washing of groceries, lots of thinking about how to help the young parents.) Still, you know, I'm not working. I can do this. I'm not the one who has to fit it all into an already crazy life.
It's warm and there is a threat of rain. I almost hate to admit it, but it feels beautiful outside! Even though we are still days away from a green landscape. But it's getting there!
Breakfast.
And in the afternoon, in between bouts of rain showers, Snowdrop comes over to the farmhouse. (Reminder: her family has been as isolated as we are.)
We read, of course. That's a given. She loves it, I love it. But then she asks to play with her doll house and characters. She's long given them identities -- a mixture from Moana (her beloved movie), Mary Poppins, and Katie Morag (a Scottish series of books that remain at the top of her heap). She acts out stories with them and she desperately wants a play partner. Me.
This is easy enough to sustain for a little while, but you try to fit the role of a five-year-old's playmate for long. It's tough. And yet, this is what's missing from her days -- kid play, with other kids. And so I become a kid for as long as I can.
Evening. Clouds, but no rain. They're hiding yesterday's super moon and tomorrow's sunshine. I cook up a frittata once more. The spinach deliveries have stopped. Our farmers are going into isolation until fall. They feel they can't keep their workers or themselves safe. In the meantime, they will be donating their extra food (beyond their own family needs) to food banks. So I reach for frozen broccoli and frozen mushrooms. Yes! You can freeze mushrooms! Who knew? A few kernels of corn, some leftover onion. Cheese lots of cheese.
The air cools down. But not too cold. Somewhere in the mess of this month, we lost all ties to winter. We are moving forward! Yep, moving forward. And however tough it may seem, think about how much tougher is for so many others.
With love.
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