Old Tumbler | East Wenatchee, WA | March 2020
[Good morning. I’ve restarted this blog’s daily posts for a temporary run (two weeks? a month?) during the virus crisis. I’m curious how far I can wander within the confines of home and yard. Expect lots of still-life and pooch pics.]
The ordinary now catches our attention. What we took for granted a month ago has new status. Everyday objects — sunlight, breezes, sleeping dog, seedlings, tap water, the mailman — have transformed into domestic wonders. Maybe we’ll change, too, as this imposed distance nudges us to connect with ourselves and each other. Yesterday the old crone down the street waved from her porch — a first nod to our existence in the 14 years we’ve lived here.
[This post is not an April Fools’ Day prank. But here’s a joke: Why is everyone so tired on April 1? Because they just finished a long March.]