What happens when people are told to stay home, go out
only for necessities, and keep a distance of six feet from everybody they meet?
Divorce? Loneliness? Babies? I can’t possibly predict how other people will
react, but based on a few days of self-isolation and self-distancing in our
household, here’s what’s happened so far:
“I’m going to
be making some circuits of the house,” John says behind me as I stand at the
sink making lunch. I hear him running the circular route from the kitchen,
through the dining room, the living room, the hall, and back into the kitchen
again, kicking a soccer ball as he goes. When I turn around again, I see he’s got
a bicycle slung over his shoulder – “for a video, you see.”
For me, there’s the garden, neglected for two years as
I worked on my SFU master’s project. The invading armies of bluebells and
buttercups that have colonized my flowerbeds are being repulsed, and I’m
determined that after shamefully missing out last year, I will plant my traditional
sweet peas this spring. The sadly empty container pots will be filled; the
compost finally sifted and spread.
For both of us, there will be walks, especially since
the sun has appeared and the spring blossoms are out. Cafes, bookstores and all
non-essential businesses may be closed to discourage social mingling, but staying
home doesn’t mean, you know, staying exactly
home. As long as you don’t mingle, what could be a better antidote to
coronavirus than an avenue of cherry blossoms in the sunshine?
Out, nasty bluebells! These things spread like crazy. |
These trees are in the park area of a school that is closed for the March break, but will remain closed indefinitely due to the coronavirus. |
In the same park, we noticed the interesting shape of these tree trunks. With sights like these to enjoy in nature, who needs to mingle? |
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