2020 has seemed exceedingly long, while also impossibly short. Here we are just a little over a month from the end of the year, and it seems as if the year has gone by without really being lived. Certainly a lot have died. One can only hope this will all end before we find ourselves at this date next year. I was thinking about all we have to be thankful for in 2020. When I consider where we were last January, I feel a little as if we were in a blissful state of naivete.
In January we met up with my friend Judy from high school and visited two wildlife refuges. I was in the middle of a terrible asthma attack...the worst of my life...from the bad air in that part of California, but we thoroughly enjoyed our day with her and seeing so many birds.
Things were starting to get weird in March. Toilet paper and sanitizing wipes disappeared from the shelves, and we started thinking we should head for home. We managed to get a space at one of the Oregon state parks on our last night before home, just before all the state parks shut down for COVID restrictions. It was good to be home in such weird times, and I was thrilled to see the peony tubers I'd planted before we left were springing into action.