I have been escaping to the garden more and more lately. The weather has been slowly improving, so I should be able to start working on that very long list of jobs that need to be done.
The need to escape, even to the garden, has been gradually building as the news of this evil virus gets worse.
Everyone is getting edgy, wondering how bad it might get. I have always been an optimist, but I can feel it straining to assert itself.
The shops are empty, and the worry swings between getting sick or starving to death. Some choice, eh?
But… (changing the subject, as I’d rather not dwell on things I can’t do much about)
My bonsai are waking up and this never fails to cheer me up, although this year it seems to be just a little subdued.
I have been busy making sure I have everything I need for the repotting marathon, and the wood for the new shelving should be delivered soon.
The rain-sodden grass has been trying to dry out and although I didn’t feel like cutting it, I thought I had better get to it. Just as well I did, for it poured with rain the following day.
The rest of the garden is waking up too and did my heart good to see my favourites have survived for another year.
Back indoors I try to come to terms with the virus situation. I can forget everything when I’m in the garden, but it waits for me the minute I come back in.
So many things are likely to change and to be honest, I’m terrified. The situation gets worse every day, yet no one seems to know how bad it will get.
Every time I wash my hands, I think about the people who have already died and pray there won’t be many more.
That a miracle will arrive and save us all…
©Jaye Marie 2020