Week Eight Or Nine Of Sheltering In Place

Take your pick

Sunday wasMother’s Day. It was like any other sunny Sunday, except the pandemic looms unfathomably large over my spirit, the day, even my dreams are affected by it.

I got to sleep in for maybe the first time in weeks and my husband and son served me breakfast and coffee in bed, adorned with a potted lavender plant.

We took two long walks.

We have to take my son for walks or else he literally rips our house apart. His energy level is incredible. He wakes up shaking, his arms flailing and his legs kicking. His body can’t wait to springboard out of bed. He doesn’t slowly, groggily wade into the day. He flies upright and begins singing and presenting. I almost envy his energy except that it prevents me from sleeping.

Our first walk was up a big hill. We’ve walked up it several times. It’s an electrical tower access road. We planted a camera there a few nights ago to capture any wildlife that might saunter past. We were surprised and excited to have caught the flashing glowing eyes of a coyote staring into the camera. On the walk back down, we spotted a grey-green frog much to my son’s delight. At the base of the hill, tiny blue butterflies held court near a puddle.