I survived. That's what I was thinking as I was gazing at the playful clouds on this New Year's Day.
I survived. And, if you're reading this. You did, too.
And, how grateful I am for the little things that kept me going.
"This is the bestest stick ever!" - Charlie Waffles
The dogger who refused to take no for an answer on days when I was too sad to walk out the door.
Grateful for so many little things. Like a sunny window.
Where I can grow pretty much anything.
How. During the worst of it.
When everyone was soooo busy - selfishly fighting over the last roll of toilet paper..
They quit buying all the blossoms at the supermarket flower store.
So I started my very own Flower of the Month club. Rescues from the discount bin.
And, how walking the dog isn't always a bad idea.
Like the day I found this:
And, when I discovered this remarkable wildflower. On one of our many wilderness adventures.
Which prompted me to starting writing a photo book.
Of all the gorgeous wildflowers we discover in the High Uintas, northern Utah. Our favorite stomping ground.
Knowing full well, that book will never get published. Since it took me 15 months to write one blog post... what are the odds of finishing that thing?
Oh! And, I baked bread.
Just like everybody else did. That's why we all gained those 19 covid pounds..
From my very own sourdough starter.
Back toward the beginning of this nightmare. When I truly thought this is how the world ends. For the last time.
But, it didn't.
End, that is. It offered a brand, new, beautiful beginning. I know it's not over but it is getting better.
Here's wishing everyone a Happy New Year.
PS: See you in hell 2020
*** Here's your hat, what's your hurry - quoted from It's a Wonderful Life, 1946