We are in for a cold snap, with nights as cold as -9C, and snow on the way. Only for a few days though, so not so bad really. The rain tank has collected about 800 litres of water over the last few days. Since that will freeze and possibly damage the tank, Attila is transferring all the water into plastic garbage cans. It will be used on the garden and in the compost bins over the next little while. That is 800 litres of water that won’t be coming out of the public water supply, and dollars that won’t be coming out of our shallow pockets.
This morning, before the temperature began to fall, I grabbed my hot cup of coffee and headed out onto the porch. It was lovely, cool, but lovely. The birds were happy, mostly Grackles, Woodpeckers, Mourning Doves, and Robins at this point. The fresh air filled my lungs, after a long winter in cozy Mist Cottage.
The grass is turning lovely and green. In the garden the only growth is the garlic, it is about six inches tall now. The stalks on Granny’s Rose are taking on a very green tinge, always a good sign. And the rose bush has put out a sucker! This is so exciting. Eventually it would be nice to do a row of rose bushes, all descending from our original Granny’s Rose.
I am feeling tip top now, much refreshed from having taken it easy for a few days. I even made organic 100% whole wheat hot dog buns, which we enjoyed for supper tonight with nitrite free wieners, topped with homemade relish, with home-canned coleslaw on the side. A quick and fairly nutritious meal.
As the yard has been tidied up this spring, Wally Ball was discovered deflated and deteriorated against the fence. I’ve watched that wayward little purple beach ball wander around the yard for a few years now, I will miss it! It wandered into the fenced yard during a wind storm, found the location charming and to its taste, and never found its way out.
Well, I’ve been isolated for one year and two months now, and the Pandemic situation is heating up again as we enter the most extreme wave yet, the third wave. The only thing I mind about it is that Attila still has to go to work, in an area with serious outbreaks of the variants. We have our fingers crossed that all will go well, and that he can avoid contracting the virus.
The worry of Attila having to go into the workplace, which puts him, and me, at risk, is quite substantial. Most of the time I can just carry on, but there is an underlying worry that never goes away. Over the last few months, my mouth has been sore. I mentioned this to Attila, and he pointed out to me that I have been grinding my teeth. Yikes, I hadn’t even realized it. I hate paying attention to the news, but since vaccinations are so important, I’ve been following it diligently to optimize our chances of timely shots. Paying attention to media is stressful enough to cause me to grind my teeth. I’ve tried to stop but wow, once a habit is formed, it is very hard to break. I’ve finally come up with a partial solution. When I find myself grinding my teeth, I start to deep breath through my mouth, and blow each breath out slowly and carefully through my lips. So far I maintain the deep breathing of up to ten minutes after deliberately starting to do it. It is helping, as my mouth isn’t as sore, and the slow deep breathing helps to relieve the inner stress I am feeling. Win/Win
It seems likely our Province, Ontario, will go into a lock-down tomorrow, I hope so, as our ICU beds have more occupants than they have had in either of the first two waves of the Pandemic.
Updated on Wed, Mar 31, 7:05 PM
FEELS LIKE 7
Wind 6 W km/h
Humidity 73 %
Visibility 25 km
Sunrise 6:51 AM
Wind gust 8 km/h
Pressure 101.5 kPa
Ceiling 9100 m
Sunset 7:33 PM
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Ralph Waldo Emerson
1803 – 1882