Illness 2020

“Finally, to hinder the description of illness in literature, there is the poverty of the language.  English, which can express the thoughts of Hamlet and the tragedy of Lear, has no words for the shiver and the headache."
                                 Virginia Woolf

 Spring blooms in my 2020 garden.  It has been a year since I was planning my 2019 trip to Lewes to read through Vanessa Bell's letters at the University of Sussex and then attend Cambridge to study Virginia Woolf's gardens.  Such an incredible and enlightening experience.


There will be no trip this year due to the Covid-19 pandemic.  So many sick, so many lost worldwide.  There truly are no words to adequately express the grief, the human suffering, the despair.


Still, there is so much to be thankful for here at home. Birds at the feeder, hummingbirds sipping from salvias and abutilons, sweet valencias to enjoy, and an abundance of colors and scents in the garden.  I look forward to June's Santa Rosa plums, ripening figs and pears, and long warm summer evenings.