Since March 13th we have been shut down, sheltering in place, wearing masks and gloves in public, shopping infrequently or online and worried that the corona virus would attack us, our family and our friends. The pandemic was a seige of sorts.
When my DHMC exhibit was unscheduled for the summer, I just didn't feel like painting. I couldn't would be more accurate. I had no ability to concentrate so even reading a book was not possible - I would find myself having read pages that never entered my conscious mind because half of it was taken up with worry and fear and questions that seemingly had no answers. Will we get it? How bad will it be? How long will it last? Will there be a second wave in September? No answers.
But as things have started to improve, we are able to go out with less anxiety. The Woodstock Inn, though closed, had an abundance of beautiful flowers and I enjoyed an afternoon taking photos of tulips and daffodils...
The light shining through the leaves on a branch were so lovely. Nature seemed to outdo herself in order to help get us through tough days...
Earlier thisweek, I went to visit a beautiful primula garden. The flowers were not yet completely open and they reminded me of 4th of July fireworks, bursting with joy and beauty...
...and the view from the path over the pond back to the bench and the far trees and field was so uplifting...
Sometimes - no always - I can count on nature to calm me and bring me joy. The sight of a hawk soaring in the sky, the sound of the birds singing, my friends the hummingbirds at the feeder, the lush abundance of ferns growing wild and free. All this makes it possible to believe that better days are coming and that we will make it after all.
Thank you Nature.
