This picture and words came from Natalie at Wild Rivers Run South .
Grandma and Grandpa have a wonderful library.
I think they have every book they ever bought,
And some of my aunts’ and uncles’ as well.
It is an added benefit of living with them.
I can read what they read when they were my age.
Literature, science, biography, mysteries and more.
I see what influences they have had up ‘til today.
I know why they are like they are with me.
And they talk to me about life today,
With all of the problems in the world,
And how they see things. They say,
“It is Spring today. We can renew our hope.”
I love them so much.
Lauren, in Valencia, sent this to us. My hope is that she will start her own blog, or at least continue to participate.
My frying pan now lives on my balcony, and brings me hope. Just over one week ago, on the 13th of March 2020, Spain declared a state of ‘Lockdown’ in response to the Coronavirus epidemic. Overnight, an entire nation was asked and obliged by law to change their lives, to stay indoors or “quedarse en casa”, for the greater good. The streets are now deserted, shutters are down, and the city has been put to sleep. Not even a walk in the park is allowed. Going to the supermarket (the one thing we are allowed to do) feels like a dangerous and depressing mission that you should avoid. Our lives are now “en casa”, and I appreciate more than ever the freedom we had before.
But every day at 8pm (and sometimes more often), there’s a powerful symbol of hope. The whole city, and country, head out onto their balconies to applaud the inspirational health workers, who are devoting everything they have to fight this epidemic. We clap, cheer, sing, play music and bang our pans together in admiration and appreciation. Banging these pans has become a form of communication, unity and of supporting one and other through this difficult time. And every day when I hear that sound, I know I am not alone. We are in isolation, but we are together. And despite being under Lockdown, from my balcony this week I have witnessed the Valencian spirit blossom and shine in a way that I never imagined.
My dear friend cupitonians sent me this beautiful picture from England. She can be found at This Labyrinth I Roam.
The first day of Spring was meant to be the symbolic start to a new phase of my life, especially after the stress of the last few years, and the write-off that was 2019. But it seems the universe has other plans for us. As well as teaching us to celebrate the little things, it’s a reminder to stop waiting on a magical time when everything is perfect so you can finally go after what you really want. Pandemic or not, the skies are still blue, and the rivers still run wild. Trees that imagined their lives were over are suddenly budding with the promise of new life. Life is a cycle. No matter how hard it gets, there’s comfort in its predictability. And so, we live to fight another day!
And finally there is my contribution:
Like the other participants, I took my photo on March 19th, which was the first day of Spring (also known as the vernal equinox) in the northern hemisphere. And so I went out looking for a sign that Spring had sprung. Oh, I could have taken a picture of the daffodils and tulips that had popped up through the earth in our front yard, but I think that I have done that before. Instead, I went out into the country, alone, ensconced in my auto, searching for the first sign of greenery.You can look at the picture above to see how that turned out. It was a dreary day. Sorry this photo isn’t more upbeat.