April 12th
It’s been two weeks since I’ve written. That’s hard to believe. Time has gone so slowly and yet on this side feels so fast. Much has changed. We are still good and safe. I have tomato starts and out of frustration, I went and bought tomatoes. I wore a mask and my sunglasses, most everybody in line was doing the same. Covering my Tomato Base..never mind I have at least 40 cans of tomato products in my cupboard. I don’t care about the cans in my cupboard, I care about my life being normal. My love of growing things. After all, I am from California where you just throw a seed on the ground and it grows. Not so much in Maryland where I live…you have to look at the weather every day, you have to consider the clay soil, you have to protect your crops from an overabundance of deer and rabbits and groundhogs. But my desire to do starts or concentrate on their health or even bake or cook lovely things has gone sideways. My coping mechanisms have been deraile
