Spring started with a pandemic and suddenly everyone was staying at home, working from home, entertaining themselves at home and just keeping away from everyone else in general. Our boss sent an e-mail out over the weekend telling us all to stay home and work if possible. Regardless of what any of us were able to do, we were all paid. Meaning that we could all focus on remaining healthy without any financial stress, which many others in the world were experiencing. We were extremely fortunate.
For me, the first moment of pure joy was turning off the alarm clock, no more waking up at 4:30am for the foreseeable future, and from that moment on, I relished every moment of isolation. In all fairness, I had planned ahead and was ready. I'd been reading and listening to the news in China and had a hunch as COVID-19 began to spread around the globe, that it wouldn't be long before it hit the US of A. Having always been a little engrossed in the prepper scene, I began stockpiling. I bought stacks of canned and dried cat food, cat litter, tins of veggies, corned beef, fish and soups, flour, yeast and teabags, plus of course snacks. I filled the freezer with meat and veggies, ice cream and bread. I grabbed extra cheese, eggs and cold cuts and bought extra toilet roll, paper towels, detergents and medical supplies and even took some cash out of the bank. I got top soil so I could still garden, bought a pile of secondhand books and DVDs, a couple of pots of paint, and a veritable hoard of wine and beer. And then after walking around studying and checking my supplies, I sat back, content, and waited. Sure enough, 3 weeks later the isolation orders were issued and panic ensued in the stores as people raced to stockpile. But I sat smugly back, like a fairy tale king who sits on his pile of treasure and counts his gold coins.
Because I suspected that I might become lazier as the isolation progressed, I decided to paint my bathrooms first and get the big jobs out of the way. My guest bathroom had been a hideous biscuit brown color that constantly reminded me of vomit. It is now a cheerful apple green that makes me smile every time I go in there. My own bathroom had been boring with white walls. I didn't like the tiles on the walls but the craftsmanship is so good that I haven't had the heart to pull them off. So I picked a teal blue color that matched the tiles and now I love them. They just needed a strong color to compliment them rather than let them overpower such a small room.
After having painted two rooms in a week I became lazy for a while, binge watching TV and even subscribing briefly to some channels, just so I could watch series that I'd promised others I'd watch some day. Marvelous Mrs Maisel, Outlander, Picard, Poldark, The Blacklist, The Expanse, and The Grand Tour, to name most of them. I read the Wool trilogy by Hugh Howey, plus Sand, since I'm now an avid Howey fan. I read magazines that had been stacked in piles and previously ignored, left because I was so tired every night after work. I even managed a few hikes, walks and bike rides around the neighborhood.
I had long phone conversations with friends and family, and caught up on my sleep. For the first time in years I felt alive and alert, and as the weeks passed, I vowed I would never go back to those regular wake up calls at 4:30am. I began going to bed later, smiling as I caught myself a few times heading towards the bedroom and suddenly realizing that I could stay up later, feeling like a small kid whose been given a surprise bedtime extension.
I also began making bread. Once my fresh and frozen loaves were eaten I quickly whipped up a loaf, left it to rise overnight and flung it in the oven, amazed at how easy the process was. And even more amazed that just flour, water, yeast and salt could taste so wonderful. The first mouthful took me back over twenty years to when I would buy a fresh uncut loaf from an English bakery. This tasted exactly the same, with the same consistency and weight. With Irish butter spread on thickly I thought I'd gone to heaven. But I did curtail my demolition of this sumptuous loaf when I realized I was consuming too much of it too speedily. I did plenty of cooking since I had stacks of supplies. The cats and I ate well.
Another flashback to my life in England had me pulling out a ball of string and some beads from my boxes of craft supplies so I could make a macrame hanger. I used to make loads of these, giving them away to friends or hanging my plants in every room. It only took a couple of hours to knock one up, I hadn't forgotten how to weave the knots, and was astonished at how quickly I completed it. Yet it still hangs on a hook in my kitchen, awaiting a plant to be set inside. I will finish the project, I just need to find the right plant.
Another task was my bedroom door. Since it is glass paneled and see through, the previous owner had left an ugly, too short Venetian blind which clanked on the back of the door every time I opened or closed it. That blind has been removed and this vibrant privacy effect applied to the glass instead. So much prettier.
Along with millions of others I had been receiving packages from Amazon, and decided to put the cardboard boxes to some use. So I spent 3 hours one evening, with scissors and a tape gun, constructing a tank for Rosie Lee and Tricksie Treat, both of whom eyed me with distaste throughout the whole endeavor as though suspecting some mischief was afoot. I was ecstatic when it was completed and quite proud of my efforts. The next task was getting the cats inside of it and posing out of the turret top. I cut a hole out of the back and placed some treats on the inside. Once those were discovered and consumed I then placed a few more on the gun barrel, and voila! Both of the girls obliged and actually looked like they meant business, with bombs loaded and a target in their sight. Mission accomplished. The tank sat in the middle of the kitchen floor for about 3 weeks before it was taken to recycling, neither of the girls in the slightest bit interested in occupying the cozy space unless treats were involved. It made me remember a cream cat who would have absolutely adored this new space to explore...
My garden also got plenty of attention. Since I was not working, and
some garden centers were open, I would be up early and waiting at the
gates for them to be unlocked. I only did this about four times but was
lucky to have the place to myself each time. The early bird definitely
got the worm in this instance. I purchased plenty of plants for the
front and back, along with top soil and potting soil, ensuring I had a
few days work ahead of me.
I'm slowly moving along the bank in the front garden, replacing the grass with native plants and pollinators. Last year's perennials have grown a lot so they will be split next spring, and this year's plants will hopefully fill up the bare earth through the summer. I still plan on adding a few more in the next couple of weeks before the really hot weather is here. The lavender I planted last year has really taken off and is about to bloom. I'll be able to split that next year too, so am hoping that the grassy banks will disappear a lot with 'free' plants. This is an expensive hobby! I was getting fed up that I wasn't replacing the grass on the bank fast enough so I put in a Ninebark, a witch hazel with various creeping phlox around the base, and a spice bush in separate spots to break up the grass. A hawthorn, a red bud and a fringe tree will also be added around the corner leading up to the cemetery gates.
I finally got rid of all the grasses in the raised beds down the back fence and have planted many veggies, which I'm hoping will be safe from Mr Chonk the Groundhog, who is currently being kept from my garden by rolls of barbed wire along the bottom of the fence. I have cabbage, celery, sorrel, spinach, snap peas, beans, lettuce, radishes plus herbs, tomatoes and peppers. I managed to fill every pot with flowers while my dear little tree swallow watched from her box. You can just see her head poking out from the pine box on the fence at the back of the photo. Both of my pond plants have revived so all I needed to add was some water hyacinths and water lettuces. The grasses by the pond are the only ones I've left in the back garden and along with the ivy, are trimmed back regularly.
Since staying at home was the norm, spring sprang without little human intervention, and I had a wonderful opportunity to watch the birds raising their young. A purple finch nested under my carport, crapping constantly on my car, until I moved it. Even placing cardboard on the hood was a waste of time, since she made every effort to avoid that and hit the paintwork, so I succumbed and parked further down the driveway. I was rewarded with a couple of babies who peered over the rim of their nest every time I walked underneath. They have now flown the coop and the nest is vacant.
At the beginning of spring I put up two nesting boxes on my back fence and was overjoyed to discover a tree swallow had moved into one and laid eggs. She's got used to me passing back and forth under her home and will pop her head out every time so I can have a chat with her. In the mornings and when I get home from work, I walk into the lounge, tap on the window, and a little blue and white head bobs out to greet me. And every time she hears the back door open, she looks out at me again as I call a greeting down the path towards her. We've got quite used to each other and I'll miss her when she leaves, and hope she'll return next year.
We do have a return tenant nesting again this year at The Blue House. The mocking bird who built a nest in the weeping cherry tree last year has built another right next to last year's model, no doubt with upgrades. and she's resumed her downright annoying habit of appearing at the dining room window, perched on the back of a chair, and squawking at me or the cats. Plus she's also remembered everywhere that I go within the house, appearing at the lounge or kitchen windows, yelling abuse at me every time. I've been throwing out dried meal worms to help feed her babies but there's no appreciation from this bird. But I love her!
And now I'm back at work full time, albeit shorter hours since we're not back at full steam, but I have already determined I won't be getting up as early as I did previously. This weekend the local museums and theaters open up but I won't be attending just yet. I firmly believe we're doing this all too soon and will have a second, and possibly worse, wave of the virus. My fingers are crossed that it won't happen, this year has been hellacious so far in so many ways. One day at a time, and in the meantime, I'll sit and watch my garden and the baby birds.
