Greetings from Ground Zero - April 1

Breathing deep and taking stock.

Every day feels like a week; every week like a month.  Time grinds to a standstill.

We are all figuring this out, day by day.  The hardships are clear and obvious, so there's little point in diving into them here.  It's hard to be home with your partner day after day.  It just is.  Love is love, but constant togetherness is something else entirely.

But, we are discovering silver linings.  We are seeing the Italians singing from their balconies, our FB friends showing us how they "gather" at cocktail hour in front of their houses with their neighbors.  It is amazing.  Nothing short of awe inspiring how we humans circumnavigate this new world, find ways to connect, apart.  It is beautiful, and terrifying, and poignant.  We are us.

I am working, hard.  Full days, and effectively.  But.  I am also baking bread, I am sowing seeds.  I am orchestrating our food garden.

I have missed this.  More than I realized.  Am I grateful that a pandemic swept over us so that my life was transformed?  No.  The devastation this event will leave in its wake is unimaginable to us, even now, but there are, truly, silver linings.

Moonrise over Stop Sign Farm

With hiccups aside, my husband and I are rediscovering each other.  I am reclaiming my greenhouse and the joy that growing food from practically nothing brings.  We're baking bread and trying to remember what we did right so many years ago.  

My staff is coping, it's not all good.  But we're doing our jobs and trying to figure out ways to help our colleagues do theirs.  We want the taxpayers to be proud of us.  We want to be a part of the COVID19 solution.  

Be well.