Music: John Coltrane: Gold
Mood:ok, sort of...
Woke up, drank coffee, watched the news. The routine is the same each day. Each day is a few enrichments. Maybe reading, embroidery, walking, watching documentaries or even napping.
The days meld together. Bad news, more bad news, and really bad news.
It was brisk outside today. I walked around our yard. Checked plants for any signs of life. Note areas that will need work. No today, everything is too wet. Things must dry out.
Each day, new restrictions, new closings and new fears.
Our resident spring peepers are active in Teddy's vernal pool. Loud, singing Frog. I watch from the house as cars stop, open their windows and take in the frogg symphony.
Trees, bushes, grass all look brown. They have not lost that bland mud covered look of winter.
But with my headphones on, I listen to magic sounds. Jazz works during a pandemic. The sorrows of the human race and poor abused mother earth sighs. What can be done? What can be done?
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