What a gorgeous day. I made scones and ate them on the deck sipping a small glass of OJ. Glorious. I went out and pulled all the coverings off the plants I tried to protect through the winter, they mostly survived, Victory! I finished a series of 3 small paintings I was making of forsythias. Yay.

A friend stopped by and left my sweet husband some of his favorite beer, Guinness, on the porch and we shouted and waved. Even the dog seemed pleased and she hates all living things. Imagine her wagging her tail at a stranger, from the outside, blatantly breaching our borders!

Last night we heard a MAD amount of sirens blaring. We looked out the windows but couldn’t see anything. It kept getting louder so we went out on the porch and saw loads of blue lights coming slowly down the street. It was a parade of police cars, fire engines, ambulances and more, celebrating all our first responders. We stood on the porch waving as everyone drove by. It was oddly moving. My son asked why did they do that? Um, speaking to someone else’s motivation is a dicey business, but I can only assume that the long weeks of confinement made people want to feel some kind of community, that connection. And I am 100% down with cheering on the people providing essential services at great risk. May the gods bless them.

Later tonight we’re having dinner with friends through Zoom. It’s a crazy life.