Quarantine has re-opened my eyes to the intense pleasures of domestic life that I just don’t notice during ordinary times. I decided to immerse myself in the beauty of the every day, as a way of making this isolation more meaningful. Food, flowers, the natural world, and most of all, the youngest members of my family who I miss so much.
The beauty of the mushroom
A spectacular piece of fish
Green bowl with apples
Quarantine lunch with spinach from the garden
Roses from the market
Good Morning from Quarantine
The last time I saw you
The last time I saw you
No Place For Sheep 
Joy in sharing your quarantine, Thanks.
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Nice spot for quarantine. “Looking out your back door.” (Jimmy Barnes.)
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Hello my friend. Too true.
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So beautiful, Jennifer.
I’m trying to do something similar: cooking and eating good food, listening to superb music, indulging in “comfort” reading (just now John Buchan’s “John MacNab”), and keeping in touch with family and friends.
And PHYSICALLY distancing (HATE ‘social’ distancing …).
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There is a silver lining here and there. Dogs and kids are getting more attention in the home doing things with their parents ( that can also be harder for some kids and parents), but I hear lots more cooking and gardening going on. This has to be good.
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So, so, so . . .
Secure in our island – 100 dead, nearly all so elderly and decrepit as to be already in God’s waiting room.
We can count our blessings and note that despite Morrison coming late to the party, he at least knows how to take expert advice, as do Gladys, Daniel & Anna.
Pity the poor Americans weighed down with the worst President ever to draw breath, or the Poms with the near-death experienced Boris . . . they thought he was a fool – then he opened his mouth and confirmed it for the world.
What saved us from this catastrophe? Our moat of course, thousands of kilometres of ocean.
The rest is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
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