Indoor Gardens

The memory of our October snow has faded. Now in November, a few shrubs and plants are blooming outside — nothing to write home about — so I have turned my attention to my indoor gardens. At the grocery store, I bought yellow, pink, and orange Kalanchoe to grace the side table in our atrium. A five-dollar bouquet of lilies from Walmart cheers the living room, and a floral jigsaw puzzle dominates the dining room table.

Apparently, I am easily entertained — as long as there are flowers.

Pandemic Blues

In the market today, I overheard a customer asking the clerk if people were honoring the face mask requirement. “Everyone is so done with face masks, and everyone is in a bad mood,” she replied. (In spite of her comments, everyone was wearing a mask, including the clerk.)

The face mask hadn’t bothered me, but I had been in a bad mood for a few days. Things that didn’t help:

  • Missing Mass
  • Binge watching murder mysteries
  • Staying indoors

Things that helped:

  • Prayer
  • My husband
  • Friends
  • Gardening
  • Exercise
  • Writing
  • Reading
  • Music

Lost and found: Hope