This Social Isolation is For the Birds

Someone forgot to tell our weekend visitors that all flights to East Dalhousie have been cancelled for the foreseeable future–government orders. But like some others who refuse to follow the rules, they showed up unexpected.  With the distance they’d come from, we hadn’t the heart to send them flying. I’ll admit, we were a bit apprehensive but they did practice social distancing for the entire visit even if they didn’t wear masks. So what if we broke the rules this once. I mean, you tell me, what did it hurt?

 

 

The Season for Birdhouses

When I was young people built birdhouses in the spring hoping to entice some feathered friends to move in. Most of those neighbours were swallows, but sometimes other birds would take up residence. Hubby still builds birdhouses and with all the extra time on his hands I’m sure construction will continue in the weeks ahead. Last year we had a family of chickadees as well as the swallows.

Here is the latest duplex that Hubby made completely out of recycled material. I hope the birds appreciate his efforts to reuse.

I realize that this house probably does not exemplify the meaning of physical or social distancing that is so important at this time, although I think so long as the birds don’t object they will be fine. In fact, I’m willing to bet on it.

In some ways I consider myself fortunate during these times of the COVID 19 pandemic as we have 7.5 acres to roam around on. Our property also boarders a lake. Yesterday, I sat by the water’s edge, felt the warmth of the sun on my face, and for a time I stayed totally present. I didn’t think about what all was going on in the world, the all the worries about the future and exactly what the world would look like when we finally come through to the other side. I didn’t fret about the launching of my book this spring which is obviously on hold. I pushed away my sadness of not being able to visit with our grandchildren in the coming months and the reality that rural living means poor internet access for many of us. We are not even able to set up virtual visit.

So I sat there yesterday, taking in the beauty and feeling totally grateful for the moment and the entire day which couldn’t have felt more perfect. The air was quiet and I could hear the sound of water trickling from one place to another. There was a trio of Canada geese peacefully maneuvering their way across the water. Ducks quacked and fluttered their wings. The geese honked.

As I sat there looking out across the water, I thought about the people who lived in our home before us. I thought about how much harder life was for them back then and how hard they had to work. They did not have any of the modern things we take for granted these days; washing machines, dishwashers, TV, computers. I wondered if they ever had the chance to just sit by the lake watching and listening or if they were just too busy to appreciate it all. I thought, what a shame it was if they didn’t.

As it is important for us to remain hopeful during these uncertain times, please remember that there have been many before us who have faced adversity and came through stronger. We will too. I will leave you with this wonderful symbol of hope.

 

Stay strong. Stay at home. We will get through this.

 

The Twelfth of Never

You ask how much I need you
Must I explain
I need you, oh my darlin’
Like roses need rain
You ask how long I’ll love you
I’ll tell you true
Until the “Twelfth of Never”
I’ll still be loving you

Hold me close
Never let me go
Hold me close
Melt my heart like April snow

I’ll love you ’til the bluebells forget to bloom
I’ll love you ’til the clover has lost its perfume
I’ll love you ’til the poets run outta rhyme
Until the “Twelfth of Never”
And that’s a long, long time
Until the “Twelfth of Never”
And that’s a long, long time
That’s a long, long time
That’s a long, long time

Has something in your life ever triggered a song to rise to the surface? I woke up with the Twelfth of Never rattling around my head. The version from the seventies– Donny Osmond– that I was crazy about at the time.  And just a little bit in love with Donny for a few short months. Weren’t most of us who grew up in the era?

But why the Twelfth of Never?  April snow, that’s  why. Whenever we have April snow you can be sure I’m singing this song. You know, the line “Melt my heart like April snow ”  just won’t get out of my head.

april snow

It might have seemed like an April Fool’s joke, but no, Mother Nature decided to “Let there be snow,’ and this is what had me singing sappy love songs on the 25th of April. Just when we’d been tricked into thinking that spring had arrived. I snapped this photo of some Canada  geese that have been hanging around our property lately earlier in the week.

geese

Spring is out there. I guess we need to be a bit more patient…Again.

Is there a certain song that comes to mind during different times in your life? What song is it? Are you old enough, or young enough, to remember the Twelfth of Never?

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