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Humans may be staying home more during covid but the wild animals? Not so much.\u00a0 About fifty feet into tracking the bobcat, I ran into a vast number of other tracks. As I wandered into the field next door following tracks, tracks and more tracks, I traveled up and down and all around the field, circling round and round in a futile attempt to sort out the deer, coyote, rabbit, turkey, skunk, squirrel, bobcat and dog traffic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because it was bitterly cold, I began to muse on the topic of \u201cHow much longer can it stay this cold out?\u201d I recalled my first boss in NH who used to say that if you survived to double digits in February (ie Feburary 10th<\/sup>), you had made it through the worst of a NH winter. \u00a0As I was counting off how many days until that magic moment, I also recalled that this man jogged with his tie on.\u00a0 The memory of watching him jog round the track in suit coat and tie got me laughing.\u00a0 So there I was staring at the ground, walking in circles and laughing my head off. Could an evening out on the town be more fun? I don\u2019t think so.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was lunchtime by the time I threw in the towel on becoming a master tracker in one day. I knew nothing further about bobcat behavior but had clearly established myself to the neighbors as truly off my rocker. I could just hear them commenting, \u201cAn arctic wind blows and she\u2019s wandering in circles in a hayfield for a very, very long time. And good golly, she appears to be laughing.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n Post lunch on the weekends is always a moment of excitement\nas I wonder how so few people can make so many dishes. <\/p>\n\n\n\n After the last dish was washed and before the afternoon snack dishes began to pile up, I sat down with granddaughter Grace to discuss important topics like, \u201cDo mermaids have to wash their hair?\u201d This chat entertained me as I ripped out a large chunk of stitches on the sweater I was knitting. Even though I JUST knit this same sweater for one grandbaby last week, I messed up on the directions for this sweater for another grandbaby. By the time we had solved our mermaid questions and I had ripped out what felt like most of the sweater, Henry was up from his nap and asking to have books read to him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n 30 or 40 of them.\u00a0 Sometimes more than once. The three adults in the household, Grandpa, Grandma (me) and Henry\u2019s Mom, all pitched in.\u00a0 All of us were either reading aloud or listening to someone read aloud all through the afternoon hours. \u00a0What can I say? Ferdinand wears well. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Dinner time and a new recipe tried. It was not good. Like a\nnight at the casino, I had gambled and lost.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But it wasn\u2019t a total wash. Grandpa had just enough voice left to croak out a chapter in the chapter book we\u2019re reading, then Grace and I had half an hour of mermaid time. OMG! Serious mermaid drama as one of the mermaids goofed up a levitation spell!<\/p>\n\n\n\n As the evening wound down, I felt serious contentment with the day. I had not been anywhere exotic or eaten anything very PS Here are what bobcat track\u2019s look like.<\/p>\n\n\n\n PS 2 I will try and list some of the Flower Essences people\nhave been leaning on for Covid Cabin Fever in the next couple of days. In the meantime, there is always a meander in\na hay field when its 4 degrees out with a wind whipping off the north pole.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" As the staff goddesses departed for the weekend, we riffed about all the things we were going to do on the weekend- dancing, clubbing, movies, meals out, sky diving. When our laughter stopped, we had a moment of just being glad we were all healthy, but yes, there was still a fragrance of cabin fever … Continue reading Cabin Fever<\/span> good<\/s> special or felt warm except when practically planted on the wood stove<\/s> but there was still glorious life all around me, and it was good. <\/p>\n\n\n\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/blog.greenhopeessences.com\/wp-contents\/upload\/2021\/01\/IMG_3204.jpg\")
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