Daylilies remind me of my childhood home in Ohio so they hold a special place in my heart. They were the first flower I planted in my Irish garden when I moved here over 18 years ago. It always strikes me as sad that each flower only blooms for a day. Did you know that their botanical name Hemerocallis means “beauty for a day”? For a fleeting moment, each one becomes a majestic Queen of the Garden.
We continue to experience unseasonable weather in Ireland. It’s chilly (60 degrees Fahrenheit), the sky an oppressive shade of grey. The wind and general gloom have affected my mood. If it weren’t for the pandemic we’d be packing our bags about now, getting ready to head to the states to visit family and friends there for a month. We often spend summers in Cincinnati and we were all looking forward to it. The thought of a “staycation” is a little depressing unless the weather picks up.
I feel bad complaining, when we are among the fortunate people who were untouched by Covid19 (thus far), but I’m struggling with the situation at present. I’m the kind of person who needs things to look forward to because anticipation is half of the pleasure. Right now the future is uncertain and that unsettles me.
Still… the flowers bloom. I’m grateful for their colors, textures, and fragrance. Their beauty cheers me up even on the dull days.
We’ve had a tough week. I haven’t slept much because Blessing has been very sick and cranky. His dad is away working for another week which is hard for everyone. To make matters worse, yesterday our favorite hen was eaten by a fox. I shared a photograph of Dove in My 5 Things post. She was very friendly and became like a pet. We miss her… The other 3 hens seem a bit spooked but are still laying eggs.
What do you do to cheer yourself up when things aren’t going your way? In all honesty, I found the full lockdown easier than the limbo we’re in now. Life is starting to return to normal… but it’s far from that. The social distancing measures, new store hours, and lack of travel all make for a strange new reality. We entered Phase 3 of easing of restrictions today since the timeline has been accelerated. Technically I should be allowed to return to work now, but I do not feel comfortable resuming fitness classes yet.
I’ve received news that one of the studios I rent is no longer available. Many of the businesses in my small coastal town are not reopening. One of my favorite cafes has closed for good. It was the only kid-friendly, breastfeeding welcome, organic, healthy food venue in the area. It also served as an art gallery and venue for various events. Our town will have a big hole in its heart going forwards.
Tourism is a big industry here. This year our town’s two major festivals (music and literary) have been cancelled- meaning less tourists. I was so excited about meeting Roxane Gay this summer, but none of the esteemed authors will be visiting our week long literary festival as planned. Hopefully next year will be better.
In the meantime, I’m trying to appreciate the little things that bring me joy, such as the garden.
“Flowers are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty out values all the utilities in the world.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
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