In the time of the virus: day 95

Today was the first time since lockdown we visited one of our very favourite gardens – Heale Garden.  The weather was hot but there were enough shady places to sit in the garden to make it feel just perfect.  As usual, I spent most of my time there in the walled kitchen garden, with its apple arches, no-dig vegetable beds with added flowers, and beautiful borders.  I chatted with the gardeners, we were pleased to see each other again.  Their hard work though this difficult season was plain to see.

I realised as I sat with my knitting that I rarely do this in our own garden (although more so during this lockdown period than previously).  And yet sitting and being in a garden is so restful, so calming, and such a good way to see ways ahead that have been hidden from view.  I wonder if my resolve to do more of it in whatever new future we craft will hold.

This was the garden where in a parallel universe I planned take two friends to celebrate their adjacent birthdays (mother and daughter, with birthdays next to each other).  We were to have had lunch at the cafe.  I thought about this as I sat, and hoped that another year that may again be possible.

We decided to celebrate our holiday week not being in Germany by having a takeaway meal this evening.  In other times we probably would have gone out to the pub – one of our favourites beyond the Two Tunnels out in a village.  We decided instead on fish and chips from what is reputed to be an excellent shop in one of our local shopping areas.  Not very German I know, but we always eat out one evening when we’re there, and this felt like an OK substitute.  And indeed it was.  Best fish and chips I’ve had for a long time.  Definitely to be repeated, even if we’re not not in Germany.

More watering needed again today, on yet another scorching hot day.  I can barely cope with thinking about the climate crisis on top of the very immediate corona crisis, and yet of course the climate crisis is just as immediate and just as ‘happening now’, with even greater long term implications for all our children and theirs (and for us, though my worries are more for the generations to whom we hand over what we’re responsible for).

One of the things I thought about as I sat in the garden was this blog.  I know I said that I would continue this series for 100 days.  But finishing early next week feels slightly odd (although I’m tempted by the completeness of that nice round figure).  I think I may continue until 3 July.  After that, I am thinking about weekly ‘what it’s been like’ round-up as we gradually emerge from (and perhaps retreat back to) lockdown.  Of course I hope for the best, but frankly I fear the worst, and this week’s events haven’t done anything to reassure me that the Government’s continued incompetence and mixed messages is going to take us where we need to be.

One thing I do know: I have enjoyed the discipline of writing my blog daily, and I’m tempted to continue, but in a different way.  We’ll see.

In the meantime, I hope you’re looking forward to a better future, and that I’ll see you tomorrow xx

About deborah @ the magic jug

Now I've passed 60 I'm still doing all sorts of things I haven't done before, as well as carrying on with the things I already love. I live a happy life with my long term love Malcolm. In my blog I explore local and low tech ideas, food, growing, making, reading, thinking, walking, and lots of other words ending in 'ing'.
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2 Responses to In the time of the virus: day 95

  1. I’ve loved reading your In The time Of series of posts, even though I haven’t always left a comment. So, yes, please continue. Like you, I can’t see how we’ll avoid a second wave of the virus and subsequent lockdown here in the UK. Throw in the global challenge of climate change and it really does feel like we’re living in a dystopian nightmare. And I wonder why I can’t sleep!

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    • Liz – thank you SO much for this, I really appreciate it. And I have so many blogs that I’ve meant to comment on and either my comment has been swallowed into the ether (anything on blogger, it seems), or I just haven’t got round to it. I have a finite amount of energy both physical and emotional. And no-one but myself to look after.
      And yes, as someone who’s been interested and concerned about the environment for as long as I can remember (and I know some days that’s not so far back….), I’m glad I didn’t know then how it was going to be now. Most days there’s I read something that makes me snort ‘you couldn’t make it up!’. I’m guessing you’re in the same boat with me.

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