|Daughter and I enjoyed an evening walk on the dyke.|
|We share Tilde, the dachshund.|
When we are confined, it is the company of our family and friends that we miss most. My mother can not have visitors but my daughter and I dropped off Mothers' Day cards and a jigsaw puzzle for her. She celebrated my brother's 59th birthday from her balcony. My mum misses her Food Bank volunteer days and going out with me on Sundays. She is not really comfortable with social media
so she often feels lonely.
|Mum toasting my brother.|
is playing ukulele with his friend online. I had a book club meeting last night. I've been sketching more and yesterday, I was inspired by the flowers by the entry to my building.
|les muguets prisonniers|
When I was a girl, I used to write a lot of poetry. I wrote entreaties to my parents in verse, I wrote of angst and of all of those emotions that young people write poems about. I started writing poetry at about age 9 and I stopped writing in my early 20's. Somehow, the muguets, a symbol of friendship in France inspired me to try to write a poem in French. It's like scribble sketches. You write and you leave it.
Les muguets prisonniers
Fleurissent près du sentier.
Mais pas du tout abandonnés.
Je les vois chaque journée
J'ai hâte qu'ils soient libérés.
Nous sommes tous prisonniers
Pendant ces belles jours de mai.
The Alliance Française is offering classes. I might enroll. I miss school. I really enjoyed teaching FSL in the latter years. The prospect of travel seems far in the future.
If you are interested in some thoughts about the future of travel, this BBC podcast presents a few different perspectives on the topic.