How many weeks are we into the Stay Home order? Thursday, I let my daughter cut my hair in the kitchen. Delighted, she made her first snip in the back and said, Whoops.
What does it matter, anyway? It’s just hair.
In the evenings, we walk up a nearby dirt road, seeking the sunset. Hardly anyone is out — a few passing pickups, often with a driver wearing a mask. Nearly every night, we see deer in the hayfields that are greening, bit by bit.
Today, kayaking, we saw a bald eagle in a white pine. We paused, watching as the eagle dove over the shallow end, flashing its enormous wingspan above a family of swimming ducks, then swept back into the tree.
One thing I’ll remember most about this time — and perhaps most fondly — are the endless walks. No complaints, because why bother? This is where we are now.
Already the first branch-tips brush at the window.
Softly, calmly, immensity taps at your life.
― J
Stony Soil Vermont 
My kids have not figured out the not-complaining part. Maybe it’s learned though because neither has their step/dad. I do secretly love the abundance of unhurried parenting time though.
I sometimes worry I’m taking up all the complaining part here…. or at least over dramatically lying on the floor and moaning….
We all do what we need to do to get through this. I have so many projects saved for “later” at least I am not bored. And no one can here me complain over a table saw.
A Vermont native, I love reading your post and especially seeing the photos.
Depending on date, the photo with the snow… ❤
Thank you for reading! I’m ready to have these last bits of snow head out. This photo was taken at Barr Hill in Greensboro — there was more snow than I had expected!
I like the combination of snow and shorts.
You never want your hairdresser or your surgeon to say, “Whoops!” Stay strong! GT
Whoa — the surgeon’s whoops would definitely be worse! 🙂