May Long Weekend..

The day that followed the morning went by with little adventure, mostly I puttered around the garden, while waning clouds floated over the valley and sprinkled the garden.

I've been meaning to write of these cancer treatments but find myself pushing past the daily visits in an unconscious movement of not looking back, something I probably taught myself through the grief of losing dad. At any event I have two more weeks and two days left of radiation treatments, on the cusp of a covid outbreak at my hospital. I can only hope that those nurses in the icu and other health workers who tested positive will get through this sickness swiftly, and lightly. And that the rest of us stay healthy.

Its our Canadian May long weekend, the official start to our camping season from which is usually met with a parade of rv's on the freeway. This year however, because of this pandemic, campsites will not open until June, though I can assure you people are camping in our mountains off forestry roads as I speak. Today there was a car roll over in that same direction. A few weeks ago another car roll over, and an atv roll over where two young children died.
These parts of mountainous beauty are an attractant to those near and far, but also deadly. I never camp on long weekends.
That said, I believe all the gardeners and builders of things stayed home this weekend. Tomorrow I will meet the day with a hot coffee and a good walk-not far.