Life continues to feel surreal.

A week ago, the hubby’s fixation on the news became too much.

I had to flee the house.

And ended up outside:

Beneath blue skies.

Spring said, “Hello, I’m here for you!”

I found some moss that needs a serious haircut.

And got my dirt ready.

In a week or so, I’ll plant my cold crops and watch them grow.

My dad turned 89, so I left a message in sidewalk chalk outside his senior apartment.

And in my writing room, I’m making masks.

And writing. A little.

My heart goes out to all those who are suffering.

To all those who are caring.

I wish you warmth, peace, and light.

❤