Will I be fortunate enough to find toilet paper the next time I go shopping in town?
I seriously doubt it.
Methinks this mass buying/hoarding hysteria is going to last for a very long time.
People panic easily, most especially when they're relentlessly manipulated. The news media has done its best to terrify everyone and cause a tsunami of alarm.
There's a reason why I've been referring to the news media as a dangerous epidemic.
There's a reason why I've been encouraging you to remain rational and rely on your God-given intuition.
Sure, the Coronavirus is very real. It can be deadly. We should be warned and advised.
But this negative propaganda and eternal promotion of fear is detrimental.
End of lecture.
It was 75 degrees last Friday when I drove to town. A balmy, slightly overcast day, stirring with the first breath of spring. I wish I could have taken photos.
Trees were blossoming, hills and valleys were green, there were sprawling fields of yellow wildflowers.
So far, the blossoms around my house are few and unimpressive. My biggest fear happens every spring:
warm weather encourages trees to blossom, but late frosts inevitably kill them.
Cold weather is (unfortunately) predicted again this week.
I've been deeply depressed for a long time over my own health issues - which are much more disconcerting to me than a phantom virus. Now isn't the time to write about it.
We all endure our own private versions of hell. I know I'm not alone.....
There were more storms last night, but the foul weather vanished at dawn - and today was truly glorious.
Storms and gloom never last forever. Sunshine always returns - and with it comes hope.
Resurgence.
I felt renewed and optimistic today, thankful to be alive - happy to be immersed in the blessed rebirth of spring.
Shall I enthrall you with some photos?
Many of the trees are still bare, but a few timid blossoms are appearing. All of these photos were taken today (Sunday).
Facing north, toward the cow pasture
Here's the "drive" coming up to the house where I always get stuck in the mud
My favorite group of tall trees near the back porch
Kitzee (also known as Scratch) showing off on the front porch.
Bosco getting excited over some birds that are building a nest
My bedroom window in late afternoon
This evening, photos taken from the front porch
