“The Changing Seasons” continue to change as do we all. Slowly this year.
I’d like to say this is philosophical, but basically, that was the month. On day one of March 2021, I got the first of the two Moderna vaccines. I was achy in that arm for a couple of days. As the end of the month popped its head up, I got the second of the two Moderna vaccines and thus spent the last day of the month running the highest fever I’ve had in 55 years. Today, while I do not feel great, I feel so much better than yesterday, it feels great anyway.
I’m not sure how much I can contribute to the changing weather since I’ve only been outside for a few hours when the weather was warm. Emotionally, it has been a difficult month, but otherwise, it’s was not untypical for March, the end of winter. With warm days interspersed with windy, cold days, only the “end of winter” flowers are growing, namely daffodils, almost ready to bloom, and crocuses.
When we went for my vaccination the other day, I noticed that the maple trees look pink and fuzzy. It means that the buds are on the upper branches, so it definitely it is spring, the total absence of flowers notwithstanding.
A good friend died. I had another birthday. I cooked some great meals. I bought myself three pair of earrings (I was overwhelmed by a need for beauty).
In the dining room, there has been far more floral activity than there has been outside, My orchids grew from a single blossom to four this morning. The Easter lilies bloomed and I still have two more big buds on the plant. My two Christmas cactuses sent up big pink (and maybe one red) buds.
The Goldfinch have begun to turn sunshine yellow and we have three baby squirrels chowing down every day. The flying squirrels are out in force every night. It’s amazing how much food they eat and yet I never see them.
I am hoping that we get more of a bang for our bucks come April. By then, Owen will have his full set of shots and we can (gasp) go out for dinner. Right now, that seems to be a bigger deal than it used to be.
If nothing else, this pandemic has put a lot of things into perspective. Doing special things, no matter how small, matter. We can now, after many years of not paying a lot of attention to going out for dinner, or a concert, or even a drive to a park to take some pictures, wasn’t such a big deal.
Welcome back, little big deals.