At least by my personal reckoning, we didn’t have real winter this year here in Arlington, Virginia. There were a handful of cold days and some smatterings of snow, but that was it.* Missing winter, spring began earlier than usual. Maybe that was a foreshadowing of catastrophe that I shouldn’t have missed.
I last went to a museum on March 11. We had two of our children over for dinner on March 13. We went camping March 14. Things were changing and then they were changing more.
March ended and April came–sometimes with its showers–always with sadness and worry. It is May now and we do have flowers. I still have few words worth sharing, but I thought I would post some May flowers from now and from other times. I wish you well; I hope you will be safe.
* I admit to wearing my long underwear quite a bit on my walks even without the winter, but that’s just because I am such a bona fide sweater-wearing old person now. This from one who used to pride herself on running out to the mailbox barefoot through the snow!