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A few days later...

This week has brought so many changes for all of us. I was sadly right in thinking that Sunday was our last Mass for a while. Our home away from home, Columbia Children's Theatre has postponed their current production as well as cancelling classes. It all seems like a weird dream.

Thankfully, the days are slowly growing warmer and the sun stays out a bit later each evening. Afternoon walks for me, while the kids ride circles around me, has become the new thing. Sometimes I bring my camera, hoping to capture some loveliness. I always bring my podcast of the rosary, so I don't lose my place while the kids zoom around me, shouting "Look at this!" Mostly, it is their attempts to ride with no hands, so you will excuse me if I don't want to look. Sure, I did that as a kid too, but of course I knew I wouldn't get hurt! When we return, I start cooking dinner. We have not been able to enjoy leisurely meals in a while because our evenings are spent at the theatre. I am liking this one aspect of our newly imposed quarantine.

The birds are returning to the feeder. Flowers are budding, bringing color to our walks, and pollen is covering absolutely everything! See?











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  1. jeniffercoxMarch 19, 2020 at 9:59 PM

    Thank you for sharing the beauty in these very weird days.

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  2. JenniferMarch 21, 2020 at 9:02 PM

    Beautiful. These are strange days indeed.

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