Here's to new beginnings

 

We have been isolated for a week now. All five of us. Around us the world continues as it has for the last year. More and more restricktions are being lifted. Soon the restaurants will re-open. All students will return to school after easter. But not us. 

We will remain on the farm in isolation. The corona virus is no longer something we only hear about in the news, but something we battle here.  A week ago today the youngest got ill. High fever and headache. The same day we recieved an email from the school superintendent. One of Valdemars classmates had tested positive in the beginning of that week, but the parents had failed to inform the school before sunday. We have been following all the resticktions for more than a year - and despite that, that damn virus has made its way into our lives.

We live in own little bubble where life seems to go slower. We spend the days slowly moving from couch to bed, to kitchentable and out in the garden. There is nothing so soothing as the mild breeze on a feverish forehead. Eyes closed, tucked in blankets quietly listening to the hoars cries of the ravens in the tall pinetrees at the end of the garden. Spring has arrived at last. The air is filled with promises of new beginnings. 

 

Though none of us are seriously ill, stuff like this makes you take your life up for considerations. Makes you look at your life choises. I feel grateful for the life that I lead. That I get to live in this wonderful old farmhouse surrounded by nature. That I get to live a life full of creativity.

But there are things I have been putting off. Like starting a blog. 

If anyone ever reads this. Welcome!