A Change of Plans

I would be planning what to pack take to New York next week on a spring break trip to visit my son.  I was to rendezvous with my granddaughter in Oakland, and we would travel together on the long airplane ride to the east coast. 
Just a few weeks ago we were discussing airlines and flight times.  Now, I am sending him care packages by mail with homeopathic immunity boosters, emotionally fortifying chocolate chip cookies, and spiritually inspirational zen poetry.  My almost 16 year old granddaughter must be constantly distracted from counting the days when she can get out of her very small world of tele-school, walking the dog and on line games with her friends.  Is it over yet?

I am blessed to have a half acre garden to roam around in.  I have enough plants and pots and tools and a big load of flagstone to divert me from the frequent onslaught of intrepidation about this unique crises.  It has, however, been raining for days and days, and expected to rain for days and days more.  So I am looking out of the windows every few minutes hoping the scene will change and I can do more than take a walk with an umbrella and wonder if the sugar snap peas are going to come up.