Today I am grateful. We have food in the fridge. Somewhere behind our little valley's overcast, the sun rose in the east, and will set in the west this evening. There are tiny primroses showing off their colors just off my porch, and wild daffodils contrasting with Spring's new growth. Trees are budding and blooming out, creating puffs of white and pale pink. We have had rain the last several days, which is dearly needed.
Here in our little town, it is quiet. The schools are empty, with kids going to online learning. Our one restaurant [Mexican food that also does pizza and hamburgers] closed yesterday for 2 weeks, not even take out now. In a devastating blow, the local mill closed the lumber and plywood divisions here two days ago. We hope it is temporary. Last year they closed the logging/timber side of the mill. It is strange to have the complete silence, an eerie punctuation mark in these times.