My church is collecting stories from parishioners on how we are coping with The Quarantine. Here is my contribution:
As I write this, it is day 47 of my confinement. I am fortunate in that I have been able to work from home, and this has served to keep me occupied and out of trouble during the day.
In the afternoons and weekends I have been taking what I have learned from the garden managers in the church garden and applying it to my own garden. My goal even before the pandemic was to create a “pollinators’ oasis” in my backyard. Now I finally have the chance to do this. Poppies, calendulas and nasturtiums have taken over one whole side of the yard, and I am eagerly awaiting my milkweed and borage plants to bloom. A couple of years ago I got myself a good camera and finally now have a chance to play around with it to capture images of my pollinating visitors.
I got loose in the kitchen and have been making comfort foods from my mother’s and grandmother’s recipe collections. I have been experimenting with bread-making and I finally was able to bake something that resembled whole wheat bread rather than a whole wheat brick.
I have been binge-watching Downtown Abbey episodes and just finished the entire Harry Potter film series. I am currently reading The Idiot’s Guide to Zen Living, I figured out the Book of Common prayer and have been doing one of the daily offices each day.
Finally, I have been having virtual happy hours with friends through text and zoom. One friend sent me a case of wine to make sure I do it right.
The strange thing is: As much as I am eager to get back to “normal,” I think I may miss this time of comradery and self-reflection when I do.