The skies are a little more overcast here today so I’m not feeling as guilty about enjoying being indoors, particularly as I can see my small and much loved garden from the window. The camellia and magnolia I was worried about (both were in bud far too soon, in the middle of winter because we didn’t really have a winter) seem to be doing well and my fears for them are subsiding. I lost a lemon tree to a late snow a couple of years ago and I haven’t got over it yet. I know it’s daft to begrudge the weather for simply doing what it does…but I do when it kills my plants.
I have been furloughed from work for a while (temporarily laid-off) but fortunately the country I live in is still mostly decent and this gap in my work-life won’t cause me anywhere near the suffering that others are going through.
What it does do is give me time to think and when I think I tend to end up with more things to hope for.
Humans are notoriously bad at predicting the future (studies have found that people default back to their ‘normal’ levels of happiness within a year or two of both winning the lottery or suffering a life changing injury – instead of being forever happy or forever sad) but we are also TERRIBLE at accurately remembering the past.
So what I am hoping for right now is that we all remember the silver linings we have discovered during this lockdown. Let’s give the Earth some more fresh air by not driving or flying everywhere. Let’s kill less animals on the roads by working from home more. Let’s remember the deeper and more meaningful conversations we managed with our loved one’s – even via Skype – because we didn’t have anything else to distract ourselves with.
If we remember them from this time maybe the next time won’t be so hard to cope with.
However…there is the possibility of freshly baked bagels in my future, so maybe I am enjoying this just slightly too much?