The news from the outside is not good. The plague seems to be picking up speed. overwhelming parts of the world. We don't really test a lot of people around here so we don't really know. The level of uncertainty is high. It feels like a storm is coming. A terrible storm. We seem to be looking another way. Hoping it turns west or east or north or south before it hits.
I planted rosemary and lavender yesterday. I did that because of Merwin's poem:
Place.
On the last day of the world I would plant a tree.