CORRECTION: Some of you might notice that the daily count has jumped back by a few days. I found three miscounts since January. Sorry about that! I guess I was hurrying my year along. As of today, we’re back on track.
Social isolation has had a unifying affect on our neighborhood. We are home more, so we see more of our neighbors. We reach out, rely on, and connect with those people – too often strangers – who live nearby. Not long ago some neighborhood women assembled an uber-local book group. The email list has expanded to include any women in the vicinity, whether they are readers or not. We’ve had gardening questions, offers of fresh-baked bread, alerts about new cats in town. Yesterday I had everything I needed for my dinner recipe except a cup of mint leaves. “Can anyone spare some mint?” I wrote.
A couple of hours later, I found a potted mint plant on my doorstep, like magic! I have an herb fairy godsister. It makes me want to find ways to do unto others in that same way.
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 254: 140 words, TOTAL = 42,112; 17,888 remaining
Robin Clifford Wood is an award-winning author, poet, and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her children, grandchildren, and granddogs.