Don't fear the reaper

Today the sun made shadow and light throughout the house. The cats spent the morning moving from room to room catching rays. Ursula is a connoisseur any sliver of sunlight is hers. Zora prefers something more full-on sunny. During lunch I watched one of the resident groundhogs, Olive (O’Fallon Olive) out on the deck scavenging bird seed. She’s very golden and broad and has a kind looking face. Her child, Otto, has darker fur and a mean little mug. When I see them out at the same time, often one is around the deck and the other is across the yard, an escape route close. Our neighbor’s cat sometime comes over and chases them even though she is about the same size as Olive. Ursula has a deep hatred of this cat; I think it is because she thinks the groundhogs are hers. When I put out peanuts it’s a race to see what creature gets them first, bird or marmot. If the blue jays are close, they usually take them. Monday morning four jays were at my office window rioting because no feeders were out yet. Like all Corvids they are loud and demanding, but also smart and beautiful.

On our walk this afternoon we passed a tree which is totally leafless but has three small blossoms. The picture doesn’t do it justice, it’s actually a soft pink flower. Maybe tomorrow I’ll try another photo. It feels like another metaphor. Every moment seems to hold more meaning than it should. The riots over the election will not be well attended because we’ve lost interest. America has failed at the surviving a pandemic because we’re tired. The states going back into lockdown are facing back lash because people want to eat out or kill Grandma during the holidays. There are restaurants in our area under new restrictions because infections and deaths are off the charts and these restaurants are refusing to close. I told Jerry we need to get our grime reaper outfits (we might have them, you don’t know) and stand out selling time shares to Bellefontaine Cemetery with our signs that says: “You’re tired? Come rest here!” or “Mask it or casket” Bah.

 

Out to look for meteors tonight. Something real and lasting.

Be kind, be safe, wear your mask.