Sunday, 13 September 2020
The day started off cool and wet. Mom and I sat on the veranda enjoying our breakfast, the cool air, the birds and the quiet. I didn’t want to leave but the damp was seeping into my bones, the last thing I wanted was to be chilled to the bone all day.
Shortly after stepping into the house, the heavens opened up and down came the rain. I felt bad for the birds. Especially the blue jays who appeared soaked right through. Speaking of birds, the yard filled with European starlings and robins, once the rain stopped, feasting on worms. The bird feeders were busy with blue jays – I counted seven at one point – and the female rose-breasted grosbeak.
We went to town to pick up a grocery order and on the way back I watched the landscape change from busy town to quiet rural area. I thought about how different today is compared to the spring when the lockdown began. Now, people are out and about, no one was lining up to get into the stores. Bicycles, walkers, joggers, even an avid runner. All passing by without masks. Almost like we’re back to normal, to the way things were before the pandemic, but we’re fooling ourselves. I don’t feel we can go back. This – social distancing, wearing masks, washing our hands – is our new normal. Sure, Covid-19 will probably leave us, but in a way it will always stay with us…reminding us of what’s truly important.
Today’s photos
Blue jay in the feeder; female rose-breasted grosbeak in the feeder; Ashes; we didn’t make it to a Parks Canada park this year and sit in the iconic red chairs, so we brought them to us; daily sunflower photo; blue jay eating seed on the grass; robins and European starlings feasting on worms.
Creativity is the calling of the soul 