Time has slowed down since the pandemic began. Weekend errands, drives to and from the aquatic center, and swim meets are all gone. We planned to sail on Saturday. We had the boat hitched up and drove further away from our house than we have in 72 days now. But the highway was closed, and … Continue reading Weekend of green leaves, books, and flowers
I’m taking time this week to savor something every day: to stay in the moment of something I love. To do this, I of course started a log, using my fountain pens. I thought I’d share some of the small entries from moments that brought me joy this week. The scent of tall grass in … Continue reading Savor a small moment
My husband gave me two fountain pens for Christmas. I love them so much that I bought a third for my office. I also bought pretty inks in emerald, violet, and aqua. During quarantine, I’ve journaled each day with my pens, just as I did before quarantine. Journaling is an echo chamber, though. It’s just … Continue reading Quarantine fun: hand-written letters
I was out in my garden yesterday, reading in the sun. I heard birds chirping and kids laughing. Then, at the end of the street, I heard the toot toot toot of a car horn. Then another. Soon, a line of cars passed by our house. The cars moseyed down the neighborhood street, all in … Continue reading Quarantine Parade
I’ve spent the past five days in the open air. I am on my annual garden vacation. Instead of listening to news of the coronavirus, I’ve been outside in garden gloves and hat. Over the past five years we’ve lived in our house, I’ve killed a lot of grass to create flower beds for butterflies. … Continue reading My work is (mostly) done. Now I can enjoy the garden.
Today marks the 20th day the four of us have been in isolation at home. It feels like an eternity. One way I’ve watched the progression of how seriously people are taking the coronavirus is through the lens of what is happening at my local grocery store. Because, you know, that’s the excitement these days, going … Continue reading Day 20: We Laugh