Zoom in to see the purple martin condominium complex across the pond
One positive to carry forward during this COVID-19 disaster is that we are safer outdoors, and outdoors is increasingly alluring this time of year. Our young neighbors Henry and Warren saw us heading out with the dogs, and they suggested it was a good day to put out the birdhouses. They helped us haul twelve birdhouses out of the tractor barn, twist them into place on their elaborate rack, and crank the whole bird condominium complex up the high pole. Then they joined Jonathan and me in a stroll around the pond and fields. Without any contact or crowding, we examined the thinning pond ice, checked out the downed porcupine tree, looked around the glade. The wind is blowing; the sun is out.
It’s nice to remember that social isolation doesn’t have to mean holed up indoors. Just remember to wash your hands when you come in. Hang in there.
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 201: 150 words, TOTAL = 32,905; 27,095 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.