Dear Sunday Letter friends,
I barely slept a wink last night. Before I went to bed, I made the mistake of reading too many first-hand coronavirus accounts from doctors around the world. One comment in particular gnawed at me. A doctor in Italy said if you could see the truth about the virus, you wouldn’t even stick your head out the window.
If that wasn’t enough to keep me awake, a monstrous tornado ripped through Jonesboro, Arkansas yesterday afternoon. I have friends and family who live in Jonesboro. I believe they are safe, thank goodness, but the devastation to the city is widespread. And I wonder if the Bat Cave is still standing this morning.
Seriously, it’s as though the entire planet is majorly ticked off at her humans.
Writing makes me feel better. Pulling worries from my mind and jotting them down on paper truly helps. Try it. I think it’s important to record our thoughts and routines on a daily basis, particularly now. A hundred years from now our great-grandchildren will read our words and marvel that we hoarded toilet paper and sewed masks for nurses. Whatever happens with this global health and financial crisis, one thing’s for sure—history is being made.
Am I the only one worried that COVID-19 has a double meaning? You’ve heard (and maybe even experienced) the FRESHMAN-15? I fear that before this sheltering-at-home thing ends I could see 19 pounds added to my body!
Know what I mean?
One of our favorite hobbies is cooking and eating. And because we can still do those things, we may be enjoying them a little too much.
I’m not making light of coronavirus. Not at all. But with things as they are, I think it’s easy to trade healthy habits for chocolate chips. I mean, life is falling apart, so what does it matter?
Life isn’t falling apart.
If you are doing it right, life has slowed for a while.
Do Yoga With Me
In an effort to stay healthy and avoid the COVID-19 (pounds), I’m back to doing yoga at home. I use a great website— www.doyogawithme.com. DoYogaWithMe has a variety of free classes for all levels including chair yoga and basic stretching for those who prefer a less strenuous exercise.
Linda, a Dallas friend from way back, recently reached out to a group on Facebook about doing yoga together at 9:00 a.m. Linda and I were friends when our girls were babies. After she moved to Chicago years ago, we lost touch. Fast forward twenty years, and we are virtually exercising together.
Some positive things are definitely coming from this situation.
Lucy and Annabelle absolutely LOVE IT. And they’ve added the word yoga to their impressive vocabularies.
Someone’s a smarty pants.
How long does it take to make something into a habit? I thought 21 days made a habit, but I read on average it can take 66 days. I hope I can make yoga at home part of my routine long after this virus is gone. I pray we aren’t forced to stay home 66 days…
Anyway, it’s fun knowing I am doing yoga with other ladies at 9:00 each morning. (Actually my goal is 4 days a week. But that’s pretty good I think.)
Because of the virus, the City of Fayetteville has suspended curbside recycling pickup. MOST of our trash is recycling. At first this sort of panicked me. I had visions of growing wine bottle mounds cluttering our backyard.
Since we don’t want to stop recycling, we’ve starting taking a weekly trip to the recycle center on North Street to drop off our cans and bottles and paper and cardboard. The good news—several people were doing the same thing—social distancing of course.
Two things: 1) I have a new appreciation for the garbage man who sorts our recycling curbside each week; 2) the city needs to plant flowers at the recycle center so the Fayetteville bees don’t buzz around the aluminum can dumpster. Lots of sugar in there I suppose.
This is an example of just one more small thing we are no longer taking for granted.
During WWI when food was scarce, families planted victory gardens. This practice continued into WWII. Of course, I imagine this was routine for those who grew up on farms with backyard gardens. But this was a new thing for city folk.
I decided since we are fighting a coronavirus war, we need one now. Besides, we can’t leave well enough alone when it comes to our garden.
Ours won’t be a true victory garden in that it will primarily be an extension of our butterfly garden. But I plan to mix veggies in with the flowers. Food for people and pollinators.
Next week, I will bring you an entire blog post on the progress of our new garden. Maybe a virtual tour too.
In the meantime, enjoy these victory garden photos from 1945 (along with my imagined captions).
“Honey, I love how you can smoke a pipe and turn dirt at the same time.”
“Dear, I love playing the Little Red Hen. You just stand there and watch while I water the plants.”
“I better hurry and do my weeding before Mildred gets back from preaching.”
“Clarence, I hope you haven’t been working on the Sabbath.
“Of course not; gardening isn’t work. Here lambkin, a bouquet of greens to match your eyes.”
“Shouldn’t we change into our dungarees?” Arthur asked.
“No my good man. One should always dress for the job he seeks next.”
Things Momma Says:
I opened the freezer last night and a package of corn dogs fell out. I was tickled. It’s the little things that matter when you’re shut up in the house.
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I’ll end today’s Sunday Letter with a positive update.
Last week, I told you how I planted seeds in the raised beds at Momma’s house. Yesterday I checked and saw that they’ve germinated. Yay! I planted poppies, wildflowers, buttercrunch lettuce, and columbine. A bit random, I know. We’ve had lots of sun this past week; perfect growing weather.
Stay home and stay positive, y’all. And prayers for Jonesboro and all those affected by Covid-19.
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.