We actually went out to take some pictures today. It was a gray, humid day with wait expected. We went down to the river in Rhode Island. We haven’t been there in more than a year. A very disappointing day. I sometimes forget: there’s a reason we do most of our shooting during the other three seasons. Summer is green. Entirely green. Here and there, a hydrangea breaks the green, but this year was even greener than usual. Down by the river, there weren’t even any water lilies or flowers along the banks. Just green and more green.
Our garden looks bad. Usually our spring cleanup lasts at least through June, but this year it’s as if every weed went into a kind of bizarre hyper-drive. The weeds are enormous and are hiding several hundred day lilies. I’ve never seen it look this bad so early in the year. It must be something about the weather.
We managed to take a few good pictures, but it felt pretty flat. It was also looking at the pictures that I realized how very much we have aged in the past year. You can really see it in the pictures. Garry is even thinner than usual and I lost 14 pounds too, though I can’t figure out why since I wasn’t on a diet.
2020 was a weird year. We are already halfway through 2021 and it doesn’t even feel like the year has started. I still feel like we are on pause.