Musing about tea and books. Telling some lazy tea-making stories, and chatting about what I’m reading, and what else I’ve been up to these days.
What’s next? How do we keep the ball in play after all the Black Lives Matter protests and the flurry of social media posts?
Hubby is heading off into the wild green yonder this week. Continuing a love affair with the wilderness that has lasted six decades.
I struggled to write about the events in the US this past week. What to say? How to begin? And so I looked to a former student to help me make a start.
So impending birthdays, too much isolation, and too much hot and humid weather is enough to make anyone feel lethargic. Even me, the great cheer-er-upper.
What do you miss from life before Covid-19, before the stay at home orders? If I’m honest, what I miss most from that “before time” are the small things.
If it’s spring it must be time to harvest wild fiddleheads. I grew up with wild harvests. And Hubby and I carry on that tradition.
Have you had days during this social isolation thing when adulting was hard? When you wish that someone else would be the adult in the room?
I had a wobbly weekend, my friends. Felt a bit of isolation anxiety. But like those toys from the seventies, I wobbled, but I didn’t fall down.
What’s your “Isolation Diary” look like? Have you fallen into a rhythm. We have. And it’s a rhythm that I find very comforting.
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