A settling in.
A getting used to.
A more full life.
Relaxing a bit.
Going out and about a bit more.
We got the vaccines.
We're the lucky ones.
Yet we're not post-pandemic.
Not by a longshot.
We could be.
But we're not.
Too many haven't bared their arm.
They endanger my great-grandson.
He can't have the vaccine yet.
He is six.
He is beautiful.
He is everyone's child.
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Birdsong is coming through the dense fog this morning. Rain has washed to the ground the birdseed I scatter along my windowsill outside. I feel grateful to have made it this far. So many are safer now, yet we have a profoundly cruel twist that so many have died, so many cope with loss, so many remain virus-injured, while so many won't help to end this pandemic. I don't understand.
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Keoni is in California. I had a nice walk with him one day before he left for the summer of music pursuits there. Our walk began with a visit on Wendy's inviting back porch while he ate some late lunch...
Now the summer insects are having their day. On another day, a walk with Aidan ended with our proactive search of each other for deer ticks. Sure enough, one had gotten on his lower leg. He squashed it with a rock. Our trail around the farm is regularly coursed by deer. We'll continue to be careful and avoid brushing tall grasses and branches. For that reason, we haven't investigated the pond which is surrounded by a field of tall grass. I'm reminded that neighbor Joe cut it last year with his tractor mower but this year that won't happen because Covid took him.
Four of us, Wendy, John, Aidan, and I, will gather at the farm for barbeque to mark this Independence Day. The not-far-away summer camp out of sight further down the ridge will likely have their firework display again. We'll miss Keoni, though he's only been home for last year's 4th and his July birthday for that one time in about 10 years. Aidan's summer will be with us. He'll leave in late August for Cincinnati. Soon, we'll pick raspberries again.
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As you turn into the property at Dock, there is to the right a lovely community garden. No doubt Pat will sign up for a space there next year. (My artificial knees don't permit kneeling or squatting to get at the weeds.) Almost our entire community is vaxxed, save a very few masked, medically exempted. Restrictions now allow us to be amongst each other without masks, and family visits are taking place. I enjoy the freeing option of people at my table now or going to other parts of Dock.
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