Coronavirus diary week 1084 (or something like that!)
So here we are on day five of the sixteen day "firebreak lockdown" in Wales. The main difference for us from the local lockdown which preceded it is that we are no longer allowed to meet other people even outside and the small opening up which had led to yoga and pilates classes restarting has been withdrawn. In some ways this is fine. It is quite a short period of time and if it helps to stem the rising number of cases then it could be worthwhile. Let us hope so. In some ways it is far from fine. We were not seeing many people, really only our locally living daughter and her family and some very close local friends, but we miss them. And I am intensely missing our further away family, children and grandchildren, in South Wales, Manchester and Devon, who we have not seen properly for months. Rain and darker evenings don't help either! I just want to sit round a table with those that I love and eat delicious food and drink wine and laugh and tell stories. I want to read to grandchildren and tuck them up in bed and come down to a grown up evening with their parents by the fire. I want to get in the car and drive. I want to walk up mountains. I want to eat in restaurants. I want to see my sister and brother.
OK. Rant over. We all want things that at the moment we can't have.
So what can I have?
Colour. This little crab apple tree glowing like a fire out on the sunny bank. And in the garden the cornus and the beech hedge are ablaze.
The blueberries, which have responded to our extra care of them this year with a glorious crop, are lighting up the fruit garden.
Inside the stove is glowing.
A new set of hats has gone off in the post to grandchildren. This one is for five year old granddaughter.
I have gone back to tapestry crochet to make myself a cube shaped bag to carry chargers in, when I am allowed to travel again! This is partly because I want to work with lots of ludicrously bright colour, and I like the concentration it requires and the complexity of it. And the repetitive movement of the hands is perhaps too little recognised as a source of comfort, a woolly meditation.
And thank heavens for Zoom, bookclub this week and then Spanish yesterday, more Spanish tomorrow and a rush of Zoom and Facetime conversations with our adult children.
There is homemade tomato soup for lunch and tonight Ian is making pizza. Time to light a fire and hunker down.
Does anyone else have that longing for colour and warmth right now?