It wore us both out digging the hole this morning. We have two fig trees that Wilson rooted from his sister's tree. They both started as single finger-sized twigs this spring. Today we planted the healthier one in the ground. It grew the most branches this year. The other one grew fewer branches but is as tall as this one. I suspect this one grew better because it put its root through the bottom of the pot into the ground. We are just hoping that it survives the root break and transplant. This is a perfect sunny corner for it. We will watch next year to see how much it gains over this year. Maybe even some figs?! I am hoping so!
More little works of mercy are going on in the yard. I rescued some plants from pots at our library and am trying to save/revive them in new soil at home. I am spinning my wheels trying to decide if the geraniums are worth even trying to resuscitate. Bulbs from the former shady oak corner are in the relocation program. I am running out of ground and have half a bucket more to bury.
Meanwhile...we are reintegrating into some social activities. I even attended a junior varsity football game on Thursday night. Niece from out of town was here because her daughter was cheering at the game. I met her at her mom's house and we went to the game together. It felt a little strange sitting in a crowd. Next week my bible study will convene and revisit a previously viewed video series. We will distance and wear masks.
Sad, sad news. My very own YMCA is closing. The Covid was the nail in the coffin. Financial footing has been shaky for years. And now this. Just another brick in the wall that is 2020.
Still trying to find some peace every day as the political situation wallows in the quagmire.
Look for that shalom everybody.
Shalom.
