I rose early and watched the full moon as she set. Again, I was out early pulling weeds, pruning, and removing ivy from climbing up trees.
I feel refreshed from the touch of the trees, the sky, the living ground.
I’m reminded of the Ray Bradbury story, All Summer in a Day. Set on Venus, the sun is only visible for an hour or two every seven years. One little girl who remembers it from before writes a poem:
“I think the sun is a flower,
That blooms for just one hour.”
As strange as shelter-in-place has been, I wonder if when it’s truly lifted, we’ll walk outside with wonder and hug all those we see, flowers blooming like suns.