WARNING: CORONAVIRUS STATS QUOTED
Good morning! The sun’s up and although I’m not, I’m making an early start to the day.
I’ve woken up with a load of things going through my head and rather than lose them by going back to sleep, I thought I’d write them here.
The number of Coronavirus cases more than doubled in five days, taking it over a million worldwide. Another 110,000 cases were recorded yesterday, and loss of life stands at 59,200 as I write this with 229,140 recoveries (data from worldometers).
My working life revolved around numbers, mostly monetary, and didn’t affect me as it was just a series of ‘0’s for reporting purposes and analysis. This is so, so different.
Some may think it a waste of time and energy standing out in the road clapping to an empty street for people who won’t hear you. That’s as maybe, but turn that on its head for the people who CAN hear it.
Hubby and I stood at the end of our drive on Thursday and clapped until our hands were sore. It wasn’t to an empty street. Every household had someone doing the same. EVERY ONE. Not behind glass or a closed door, but outside. There were cheers and chants, everyone coming together to show support for our NHS and other frontline services. We stood there, and took note of all of our neighbours, realising most fell into the high risk category, several living alone and some we hadn’t seen for a while. It was good to know they are still here, and no doubt it was good for them to see so was everyone else, and they were not alone.
The applause echoed around us, eerie insomuch as there was no other sound at all, not even the sound of the sea which is so often in the background. Just sixty seconds, but it spoke volumes.
I woke up this morning to the sound of chattering. Two blackbirds were on the fence, half a dozen starlings were foraging for grubs, and a couple of pigeons were cooing on the roof next door. I let the dog out and the dawn sky was a warming red. It was chilly, but the day held promise of being dry and sunny.
I thought about the flowers in gardens and the park, how quickly the daffodils had gone over there, our rose bushes which have recovered after their brutal pruning last year, the rhubarb showing its face after being moved when we got the greenhouse, blossom on the trees, and the magnolia tree in the garden five doors down which is in full bloom.
I thought about the swans and greylag geese in the park, visitors of a different kind to the town, the canada geese sitting on nests on the lake island, ducks waddling up in greeting and disappointed no seed is forthcoming, sparrows making the hedges vibrate with their chatter, everywhere a mass of colour and activity. We have also noticed an increase in the number of bumble bees. Huge round bombers buzzing across our path or past our ears as they flit from flower to flower.
Life goes on. For the human race, that’s currently in turmoil, but have you noticed that the air is cleaner and fresher without so much traffic? You can hear things you may otherwise have missed because you were pushed for time, too busy to enjoy your surroundings.
The world as we know it is changing, but like Nature, we simply get on with it the best we can.