The trees are blooming. Apple, cherry, plum… Petals are fluttering everywhere, over lawns, sidewalks, porches, tripping over themselves as they loop pinwheels across pavement with fickle springtime breezes.
It is a strange time to be alive. Bearing witness to such a glorious spring marks a divine touch. The beauty is grounding me; the flowers have been such a great comfort. Even little glimpses of tender pink and white buds sends a thrill through me as I go about my day, and I feel so grateful to live in a place where trees flourish. I don’t remember ever noticing a spring quite like this.
It’s been surprisingly warm so far this season as well, which has bode well for those of us locked in tight quarters during this pandemic. Every time I leave the house, I see a litany of folks walking dogs, out for runs or bike rides, playing with their children in the yard. I am beginning to wonder: are these sights which I’ve simply tuned out, or are they really that much more common, now that the world is “locked down”? Perspective has such a funny way of painting our memory.
Aside from gawking salaciously at the natural world around me, I’ve been spending a frankly silly amount of time on the New York Times’ cooking app, filling my days with dreaming of the coming night’s dinner. Some highlights from the week include ginger sesame halibut, perfect Swedish meatballs, and irresistible oatmeal cookie “whoopee pies.” I’m sure I’m not alone in this, but I am definitely gaining weight this quarantine.
And while I haven’t spent as much time as I’d like exercising, I have consistently been writing for the past few days. I’m hoping to channel pent up energy into art. I know I’m not alone there, either. I’ve seen a lot of really amazing content on social media feeds. I’m finding all kinds of inspiration in the folks I follow, and have been remembering (pretty well) to keep my head up.
My thoughts still swim in circles over the same dead moments, but infusions of apple blossom scent and seasonal rain have been sweet interruptions to the thoughts which are continuously trying to kill me.
I still snooze my alarm in the mornings, but I am paring down on the number of times I hit the button. Change is a day-by-day process. We will get through this. Look for beauty! It’s everywhere right now, battling against fear.