We All Think It


Absent from my blog for a week; confess, did you think  I might have caught it?

In truth I've been making the most of dry and sunny days, not necessarily always warm but fair enough to get into the garden. It's only mid April and the vegetable patch and greenhouse sowings at Casa Risover have never been so far advanced at this time of year before. Let's hope we don't have a series of frosty nights or they'll be back to square one.


The bright days have encouraged both blossom and spring blooms; the daffodils are dying back and being rapidly replaced by tulips. It's a far cry from 33 years ago today when Mister E and I got married and I recall wondering if sufficient daffodils would actually be in flower to provide a colourful backdrop to the wedding photos. 16th April that year was a pleasant Spring day too, and the photo album shows plenty of spots of yellow amongst the bare trees and hedgerows.

This year, our hedge has rapidly turned green and, inevitably, I've started to sneeze. With a sore throat and occasional sniffle, it's clear that the dreaded hayfever season has started earlier too.

Of course, is there anybody yet who hasn't suffered from the slightest rawness around their tonsils, hint of fatigue or tickle in the throat and immediately wondered if they too might have succumbed? Safely cocooned at home, how could we, but that still never completely eliminates contemplation of  that remote possibility, does it?


So how do you celebrate a Wedding Anniversary in confinement together? Pretty much the same as every other day of lockdown I'm afraid, even if we did push the boat out and make a light lunch worth saving a picture of. We are the lucky ones trapped at home with a garden to tend to and plenty of space around us to enjoy during this unseasonable dry spell.

Sitting back in our armchairs watching today's National Briefing (in case you missed it: the duration of the restrictions on movement are being extended), I couldn't help thinking, however, that staying at home is a little bit like taking an air flight. There's no cabin crew and the leg room is better, but there's still a constant diet of food, drink and on screen entertainment available on demand. Moreover, you might as well sit back, keep your seat belt fastened and make the most of it, because there's no getting off mid-air.


Comments

Treaders said…
Happy anniversary!
Bob Lowry said…
I love the analogy of being in stay-at-home mode with being on an airplane. Better leg room, more entertainment choices, easy to take a bathroom break: check. Knowing how long the (lockdown) flight will last: the airplane flight wins that one, for now.
Caree Risover said…
Thank you Treaders.
Reminiscent of sitting in the lounge, constantly checking the departures board for that delayed flight, perhaps, Bob?
Stephanie Jane said…
Happy Anniversary!!
We're so grateful for our garden at the moment too. One of D's daughters only has a small flat with no outdoor space and being cooped up there is so much more stressful for her :-(
Caree Risover said…
Yes, our youngest continues to live in shared accommodation in London and whilst we stare in horror at the number of people exercising there in the parks, when you realise how restricted their living space is, you understand why so many are running and walking in public spaces.

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