The world is closing in, even as it’s springing to life. Cheerful signs, encouraging everyone to enjoy the outdoors while keeping a careful distance, are still posted along the greenways.
I mostly see people following the guidelines, but horrifying clips on the evening news clearly show that not everyone is.
It’s quiet here, an easy walk from my house. The handful of other walkers offer smiles and greetings, while we all move politely to the edges of the path to allow the maximum distance to pass. Dogs, excitedly expecting to be greeted and pet, seem confused to be gently tugged aside, but enjoy their outings all the same.
Where will we all be tomorrow?
An announcement, announced –
To take place tomorrow.
The county parks will be closed.
What does that even mean? Will it be large over-used lakes and picnic grounds? Will it include the greenways and conservation areas and quiet neighborhood parks? Can we find a way to cling to the comfort and peace of the natural world, while respecting and protecting each other?
There’s a breathtaking faith in perennials
A gift in the effort,
Of a kiss of spring,
To generations unknown.
Rambling ... 