Daylilies bloom for just a day. After that they wilt, their petals limp and collapsed, sometimes weeping. I pluck the spent petals and toss them on the ground where they will melt into the soil, food for next year's blooms. They often stain my fingers when I snap the spent flowers from their long stems. But for one day, they are glorious. These three flowers from Red Pinnacle seemed to celebrate the 4th of July and the lifting of Covid rules. Will we bloom for just a single day, pumped up and shiny new only to wither quickly and return to social distances and half hidden faces? I'm afraid we are coming out of safety into a dangerous world, divided, overcome with false pride, and weary of inconvenient rules.
July 12, 2021
On Tuesday I got my first Moderna vaccine. I got an appointment online. Then I drove to the fairgrounds in the next county north of here and joined hundreds of other people getting their shots. It was really well organized; everything was moving really quickly. I hardly felt the injection at all. After, I just started crying. I couldn't really control myself, I was just so relieved. I don't think I believed it would really happen. I sat in the area where we were being observed for problems, trying not to let tears get my mask wet, thinking there should be music and balloons. Now I'm happy my arm hurts.
March 14, 2021