So here we are in our home....settling in, getting reacquainted with our life in our wee village. The house and yard are getting under control, things are being mended and cleaned inside and out.
Strawberries are thriving now that the encroaching raspberries are being cleared back. A job that will leave scars on your arms! Some surviving perennials are coming back, with a little tlc and a lot of water! The veggie garden has been reincarnated, thanks to help from a friend and his rotor tiller.
Its a good life here in Milo. Im again part of the book club, err wine club? A dynamic interesting and downright welcoming loving group of women. I have asked for and received rhubarb plants, holly hocks and garden seeds, pallets to build a composter, and tires in which to grow potatoes. People seem genuinely happy to see us back.
So why is the summer such a shit show? Well Macs experience crashing his new bike was a shocker! Its out of commission until parts arrive to fix it, and so it sits in the shop 90 minutes away. Reason: parts arent arriving from the east due to covid.
We had planned a couple of weeks in Montana. Nope, border is closed. Why? Covid. For our own safety. No one is hiring new staff...yup, Covid. Cant go to many restaurants..why? Oh yes, Covid. Wear a mask...wtf? Gave in to peer pressure, got a pack of masks, and found out made in freakin China! Jeez. And my families reaction? Oh cry Pandemic. For our safety. Oh man, test my patience.
So, this year which is a big one for me, since I will turn 65 in a few weeks, will be spent at home. Instead of with our buddies talking about bikes and trips we've been on and are planning....c’est la vie.
I shall garden, enjoy the birds, ignore the ponce in Ottawa, and dream of going for a ride.
