Dear Sunday Letter friends,
Last week marked the one-year anniversary of when life shifted, thanks (no thanks) to Covid. For about two months, I marked the days on my chalkboard. When I realized normal would look different for a while, I stopped counting and starting adjusting. Sometimes, oftentimes, attitude adds much to circumstance, good or bad.
Looking back, I realize so much has changed . I wonder which changes are permanent? I wonder what I’ve learned, what I no longer need, what positive has come from this? When we come out on the other side, what habits and ideas and opinions will forever be changed?
A friend recently said, 2021 probably isn’t the year to donate clothing not worn last year. I’ve begun to wonder whether I need so much stuff to begin with.
I’ve never been so happy to be springing forward. I’m not sure anyone knows why we still observe Daylight Saving Time, but this year I’m happily clinging to anything related to moving forward.
More time to garden and to be outside.
I believe we are getting closer to normal, and that’s celebratory!
Isn’t it nice that our phones and computers and televisions are smart enough to keep track of time changes?
Remember the days when re-setting clocks stole even more of our time?
The random manual clock may still need to be adjusted, but for the most part time silently slips ahead while we sleep. If not for the sun and calendar reminders, we’d possibly not know why our insides feel so out of sync for at least a week. Maybe two.
There is the clock high on the wall in our pantry that has been stuck at six o’clock for several years… (Twice a day, it shows the right time. Ha.)
What I’m about to share is an Easter charcuterie board fit for the king of all Easter bunnies.
Seriously, is this not the most lovely, spring-filled, Easter charcuterie board your eyes have ever seen?
This culinary work of art is from Ain’t Too Proud To Meg. I can’t stop studying it.
The color, the texture, the aromas—unbelievable design. I can taste and smell it from here.
I’m going to try my hand at something similar this year.
We’ve been spring cleaning our house this past week. And speaking of bunnies, some of the dust varieties have been hiding away in plain sight.
Baseboards, windowsills, polishing wood, rearranging a few things. I swear I can breathe and think better when the house is clean and uncluttered.
Wise words to the puppy owner… you don’t realize how many “accidents” there have been until you truly start moving furniture and rugs around.
Oh, Gracie. Such a tiny, innocent-looking culprit.
Confession: I have vaccine envy so bad! It seems most everyone has been able to get a Covid vaccination but me. Well, John hasn’t either. And I’m sure there are plenty of others who’ve not been able to get one, but when you hear and see more and more people getting vaccinated, you start to feel alone at the back of a very long line.
No, I would never want to take away a dose from someone who needs it much worse than I. But the system (or lack thereof) seems ridiculously unorganized from my non-essential seat.
Patience. I know.
Like so many things in life, it seems this too is about who you know, or being at the right place at the right time, or learning how to backdoor the line, or just being downright lucky.
To those who can’t or refuse to get one, I’ll gladly take yours.
I remind myself the more people who get vaccinated, the better we all are, especially as people begin throwing masks to the wind. And don’t get me wrong, I truly DO hope you’ve received one.
Okay. I’m done whining.
Things Momma Says
I’m going to the beauty shop!
Thanks for joining me today for the last Sunday Letter of winter. I’ll meet you here next week to officially welcome SPRING! In the meantime, I’m curious—what change from the past year do you think will become part of your permanent routine?
For the first time since Covid arrived, I am feeling cautiously optimistic that there truly is a light at the end of the tunnel. How are you feeling about things?
Not to rush but… 98 days until summer! 🌼
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.