Begin Again

I am a creature of habit. But then again, so is nature. Every morning the sun rises in the east and every evening it sets in the west. Summer is followed by autumn and autumn is followed by winter and soon enough, spring comes again. It’s my favourite time of the year. It reminds me that everything has a season. Even in the darkest times, the hardest winter, soon enough spring will return.

I find myself struggling a bit dealing with the uncertainty of COVID-19. On Monday we learned that the schools were closing effective Friday. But we didn’t know if my husband was still expected to be at the school. Yesterday we were told the schools didn’t want the kids coming for the next few days even though they were open. Still no word about the teachers. Today we sent the kids to school but my husband ended up picking them up at lunch. Then we learned that the teachers would be out from March 20-27. I guess they are using that time to plan for what to do with the rest of the school year. 

Everyday the plans change. Every hour we change our minds. I know we need to be flexible.  I know it’s a fluid time but not having a clear plan is messing with me. I can go to the store but I can’t guarantee I can buy anything. 

I keep telling myself that people have lived through far worse. Rationing, not gathering in groups all the while bombs were being dropped on their heads. I really have nothing to complain about. My comfortable little world has been thrown out of sync. My routines are gone. Im like a rudderless ship. But the sun will rise in the morning and tomorrow is a new day. 

I took the above picture this evening while I was taking the dog out - that’s one routine that won’t be changed. It’s one of two original spruce trees that we planted. It has been drowned, buried in snow, run over by a truck, stepped on by a dog (larger than mine) and then transplanted to the front of the yard. I love that little tree.