Tonight, these guys will be joined by 8 large pots and a window box! Bless Don, I had a tarp stretched over (but not touching) the vintage pots that usually live in the secret garden that I clipped to the back of the glider and stretched to the back of the Adirondack chairs. But it was quite windy last night and it wasn’t staying in place so he came up with a solution involving bungee cords. It worked. He is so good about helping me with these pots and plants. Everything I bring in tonight will stay here for two days. The last I read, and this could very well change, was a low of 31 tonight. Gulp. Please let the plants in the garden beds survive! But there is a lot of back and forth about snow, no snow, temps, etc, as there are different meteorological models for this storm and they don’t agree with each other. So, all we can do is haul everything that’s movable inside and wait it out.
Thanks for your supportive comments on yesterday’s post. This is an overwhelming time for everyone. We’re living with fear and uncertainty. I’ve lost a good friend to COVID-19. We just found our that our next door neighbors were stricken with it. Thankfully, they are all well, including the 80 year old head of the family. We are both out of work and our lifework being the theater (and film and TV), I am sure we will not be working again for a year, at the very least. Would you sit in a theater with 600 strangers? I don’t think so. Actors cannot wear masks when rehearsing or performing. Neither can voice and text coaches like me, who have to show the actor how to shape words and vowels and consonants. We can’t work from home. I’ve already lost what was an upcoming job. We don’t even know if the small agency that represents Don will survive. No one working = no income for the agency. We’re not feeling sorry for ourselves, these are simply facts. And we can express those fears while being grateful for our blessings.
Which brings me to my next point:
One can express frustration and fear and anger and sorrow while at the same time expressing gratitude. Life is far more complex than seeing things as either/or. We’ve lost over 200,000 people to this virus. It is a tragedy beyond comprehension. I don’t have a lot of patience for those who think feeling one way at any given moment automatically implies that we are incapable of recognizing anything else. We’re far more than that.
Thankfully, the majority of my readers understand that and we are here to support each other, knowing that on any given day one or more of us will be having difficulty with this. And that’s okay. No one needs to be lectured about counting their blessings. We all do that and I see it every day in the comments on this blog. A more aware and loving group I can’t imagine.
End of my thoughts on this subject. Thank you again.
I gave up on the puzzle. The intricate border pieces just did not fit together correctly. Whether something was missing or I was not seeing a particular piece, I don’t know. But it wasn’t worth it. I’ll save it for another time. Thankfully, my order of two puzzles arrived in the mail yesterday.
This is one of them and it’s the one I’m going to start this afternoon. Isn’t it pretty? I love Van Gogh.
What else? We mowed a lot yesterday and then I started to prune the boxwoods at the front of the house, which suffered damage over the winter. They needed to be pruned anyway, but I had to take off quite a bit. I still have more to go, but I only have hand pruners and my hand was getting sore! I need a hoe and some hedge clippers but have no way to get them at the moment.
We both fell asleep on the sofa by 9 pm. We were pretty tuckered out.
Take care, my friends, and stay safe. See you on the other side of the potential snow and freezing temps. For those of you also battling with this weather, I hope everything in your gardens and pots survives.
Happy Friday.
