Friday, May 15, 2020

Beginning Phase One

We had another hard freeze the other night.  Our roof was blanketed in a thick coating of ice.   I had been primed to report in this post about a robin who built a nest outside our windows and was sitting on 5 little blue eggs.  We were looking forward to watching them hatch and fledge.   But sometime over the weekend she froze to death, bravely sitting on her nest.   Although the department of natural resources promises me that this is not uncommon, no one I know has ever seen or heard of such a thing.   It was a pitiful sight, but I've decided that our poor dead robin is my new mental symbol for 2020.   Yes, I've been in that cheery sort of mood lately.

Our Governor is beginning Phase I of trying to open a few more businesses.  I know the business owners are eager.   My dentist called and left a message saying that his office could keep me safe for my regular check up.   I called him back and said I am not ready.  After the armed protests in the Michigan Capital, I don't feel much trust for my fellow citizens.   I will hold back and watch to see how it goes.

Last Sunday was mother's day, most often a difficult day for me.   I was a single mom when my kids were young, and I didn't want them to feel pressured about mother's day.  I told them truly and would still say today, that it is only a Hallmark holiday and that it was enough to know they loved me.   But in those days, after all, they were home and I felt useful and busy and loved.   In my elder years, it is a day often overlooked, and I feel nostalgic for the days when they were young, and lonely for them.  In this quarantine year, it was a moody day for sure.   But Jack bought me flowers, and my son and his family arranged a "drive by" mother's day; my granddaughter Renée and her mom made delicious lemon squares for me, and they all stood at the end of my driveway so we could talk and just see one another.   I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry, so I did a little of both.    I asked the kids if they could feel me hugging them with my mind.   I hope they could.  I miss them all so much.

Fortunately the hummingbirds survived the latest cold snap, now we just hope that there won't be another.  It is still mostly dreary and cold, with more dreary on the way.   It is still too early to plant tender crops, but there are no predictions of dangerous temperatures today.  In fact, for a brief time today, as a break from all the rain and cold, it was actually hot!   When I went for a short walk, it was 72 degrees, and I was worn out nearly before I started.  I did manage to anonymously deliver three of my pay-it-forward mini-quilts, though.   I will watch for the fourth graduation sign on my next walk and hopefully finish my deliveries.

I've used the rainy weather to make more  of the little house "coaster/quilts" and more masks.   I made masks with a trout pattern for my fly-fishing brother and masks with chemistry and math patterns for my grands.   I expect they will go back to school sometime over the fall and winter, and I think they will still need masks then, so I am getting ready.   I think my next fast and easy "break" project will be to make sets of coasters for a few relatives.   They are easy to mail and will be useful as we finally move into the season of cool drinks that tend to sweat onto the table top!

The afternoon was pleasant, though, and Jack and I took advantage to sit out on our deck for practically the first time since we bought the house.   We watched the newest batch of teeny tiney baby chipmunks -- a scourge, really, but oh so cute -- and were visited by blue jays, cardinals, orioles and woodpeckers.  An oriole visited the hummingbird feeder and spent time drinking the sweet nectar.  In the background, amid the chattering chippers and birdsong, we could hear an occasional chorus of frogs.   It only takes a minute of listening to national of state news to stress us both out, but this time spent listening to nature and each other made it truly an idyllic afternoon.  Jack made me a gin and tonic as a surprise, and I cannot remember being more relaxed and content.

Jack remarked last night that, if things get as bad as the worst-case-predictors think they will, we could spend the rest of our lives with only each other as company.   I hope that won't happen, I treasure seeing my family  and especially my grands.   But I am truly fortunate to know that, if that's the way things shake out, I wouldn't want it any other way.


Barbara said...

That is a sad story about your robin. I would be heartbroken too. We have many birds in our yard, and I’m sure we have nests, but I never see them. Maybe it’s for the best that I don’t know much about their personal lives. We are beginning Phase One in our county too, but for us, I doubt much will change. The protestors in Michigan have been quite a disappointment to me...both for their actions, and the fact that their actions seem to have no consequences beyond some bad press. Meanwhile, in Georgia...Yes, it’s a dark time for our nation. One can only hope things will improve eventually.

Marie Louise said...

Oh, I could never live in Michigan! The idea that it still freezes in May....I am a warm weather person and the older I get the warmer I like it, so at this moment I am suffering too because I still have to wear my wintercoat. It is exceptionally cold this month here also.
Last week we are allowed to be more outside but the gouvernement is looking very closely how everything is going in Italy, Spain and France since these countries are a few weeks ahead of us. If there are to be more cases of Covid 19 again, everything will be closed down here again.