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.