Diary 40

Monday, April 27th

Forty days in the wilderness – that’s the Biblical term – but we still don’t seem to be in sight of the Promised Land or anything much. Still, if nothing else, many of us are learning how to be more patient. Others are beginning to realize that we can’t keep messing with Nature without some sort of negative reaction. 

On Tuesday (tomorrow as I write) my neighbor goes for his second cancer surgery, after having been delayed for several weeks because of this virus. His surgery is vital and urgent; his cheerful refusal to descend into gloom at the delay has been heroic. A lesson for us all, I feel. 

I set about digging a new vegetable patch. It began to rain and I tidied thing up, then looked down and saw this. Here’s wishing us all good luck.