Before lockdown this end of our main street bustled with side by side stalls along the footpath. People step out onto the road to move along to the next chat spot. Which, even better, slows the traffic. Saturday market, local produce and gossip.
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An edible garden. Herbs and stuff. Planted and maintained by our local people. Good people. Take, eat, and think of others.
Chestnuts and all that
Lots of them. Then I was told they are horse chestnuts. Chestnuts are edible I know a song about an old lady who swallowed a horse, so, edible Horse chestnuts, edible? Or just for old ladies…
Lone photographer
Alfred St, Thames And the first time I have walked in this street ~ virus diaries
Grieving
With the rest of NZ.
Where are all the people?
Dog walkers, a cheery shout, large and empty spaces. Neighbours from some distance away. Free to walk, day eight, lockdown and we’re all in this together.
Bush walk
Sunny day. Autumn closing in. Sunset 7.11pm. Temp now 13°.
Day Five
Day five enclosed, among my books and pens,The worm must have its way.Bread, eggs and brocolli, our shopping, dropped by neighboursBeside our door, a portal barred to friends.“Take, eat, for thou. art frail and elderly.” Our neighbours, friends, beyondthe viral spitting distance, ‘Herewith news’We hear the silence of our little town,Deserted. People home, Day five.Continue reading “Day Five”
The Beginning
Neighbours did our shopping I made the meal (All day cooker)
Just Being Here
That feelingAll of Thames, NZ, small villages in Italy, we’re all in this together.Precautions, that concern for friends, in particular us older friends.And that relaxed, lack of concern for self. Hand washing has become slow, deliberate, an art form, maybe like the Japanese tea ceremony. Strength, positive thoughts, the joy of just being here.
