Springing into Action

It’s raining today. But the deck has now been set up for a warming spring and on through summer heat into autumn’s crisp warmth. We’ve even enjoyed several hours out there taking advantage of the sun, the fresh air and the view. It has been sufficient to buff up the tan that has been fading gradually since our return from Cuba three weeks ago.

It is always good to be home. To be in familiar space. To enjoy familiar comforts. And to be with good friends once again. However, little did we know that we were leaving three months in a safe country, virtually free of Covid concerns, to return to a village hit hard by Covid for the first time since the pandemic struck. It had been, when we left, a Covid-free paradise. An oasis. But one adjusts.

The loons are back. The seal has paid us a visit. An eagle was spotted overhead. A boat has been cradled at the boat works across the river. Mr. McGregor is in his garden pondering the plants, gathering seaweed, and looking out for Peter Rabbit. Congenial chatter is heard from the yards down the road.

We are very fortunate to be living here, and we do not take that for granted.