Apparently I have shingles — or poison ivy. Either way I’m quarantined. And in the quiet of being alone at home I’m thinking of all the wonderful things that I enjoy day by day and haven’t gotten around to posting. Coffee in the morning, staying in pajamas until 10 o’clock on my one day off a week — two if you count Saturday. Roaming the house looking out the windows. Freshly mowed lawn, green edges, trees just beginning to think about turning colors, sunshine. I especially like it when there is sunshine, although yesterday it rained, soft and drizzly, and that was nice too. The flowers, wild and otherwise, that bloom in season. The surprise of perennials that make a comeback every single year. Wildlife like squirrels, chipmunks, birds, woodchucks (who I’ve never once seen chucking wood), turkeys, rabbits, deer — playing and foraging and, at least some of them, running to hide from sharpshooter Tom. Oh, and seeing the occasional eagle — eagle sightings are the best.
Red geraniums are taking a break, but black-eyed susans are at their peak.