It’s been more than six months now. No restaurants. No wineries. No day trips. 200 dinners cooked. At least.
If it wasn’t for the garden for me and the radio for my husband, we would be crawling the walls.
I spend at least three days a week at the garden.
There have been so many people up there than I have ever seen. Gardening is a way to escape. To enjoy what you are creating.
To bring home a record number of tomatoes this year. My record was 177 pounds. I am now at 182 pounds with a few purple Cherokees left on the vines.
The crazy part? Almost one third of them are yellow cherry tomatoes.
The green ones hopefully will ripen in brown paper bags, or I will make a small batch of green tomato chutney.
Cooking and baking fill up my days.
We have also had Zoom get togethers and Facetime calls with friends. And, I think we have logged more visits to the landfill than anywhere else, except for the grocery store.
I am thankful we have hobbies, friends, and projects to keep us busy. I am thankful we have space to spread out when we need a break from one another. Seriously. Having a spouse that’s also my best friend has helped us weather the isolation.
I am looking for winter projects right now. We have spent much of the past six months outdoors. We need to tackle some things in the house, with the help of the small business contractors we use. Some electrical work. Basement work. Garage clean up.
We also have done a fair share of binge watching. We were never big TV watchers when we had so many other things to do.
Would you believe? We finally watched Downton Abbey. Endeavor. DCI Banks. A Chef’s Life. I suppose we are finally getting our money’s worth with Amazon Prime.
We missed some major events and hope we will see them happen again. I missed having a 50 year high school reunion. We won’t be going out for my husband’s 70th birthday so I have to plan something special for here.
But, when all is said and done, being out here in a natural environment keeps me happy. And the garden is the best place for me to relax.