At 66, I am at an odd nexus in my personal development: hyper-aware of my strengths and weaknesses and yet irrationally rebellious.
Because we live on a sunny piece of property only 35.57° north, we have access to homegrown food every day of the year.
Our many animal encounters of 2020 kept us from feeling too isolated in our year of social hibernation.
I don’t know if I would have survived the existential threats to our health care system and our democracy without someplace to jot down my fears and observations.
We have not been isolated during this pandemic-driven isolation period, thanks to the critters around our rural home.