Covid 19 is slowly fading now, at least here in the hinterlands of the upper midwest. Still killing people elsewhere like India, but then, we don't think much about catastrophes in far places all that much anyway.
This has been a weird spring, with an early hot spell, and then a long stretch of cold and dry weather, so the garden is off to a rocky start. The U.S. drought monitor says we are in a moderate drought, and we've been watering the garden much earlier and more than ever.
We actually had friends over for pizza and sat around the fire pit Friday night. We were talking like crazy, all the pent up socializing and gossip was being released at once. Our last batch of hard cider was well received, even though it is on the tart side.
The whole face mask thing is funny and awkward how etiquette and habit are making for some uncertainty on when and where to stop. Incident rate is so low here now and we're vaccinated, so I'm not too worried.
Will be conducting a folk school class in the barn this coming weekend, building solar dehydrators. So I'm clearing the floor, straightening, and cleaning like I should be doing anyway. Should be fun.
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