After the second Covid-19 vaccine on Tuesday and the following days of fever, chills and exhaustion, I finally felt up to the inglorious task of cleaning up the backyard. Unless pestered and prodded, the rest of my family tends to ignore the fact that we have two dogs who regualrly use our yard, to be reguular dogs.
The weather was warm today, not as warm as the last few days which I had spent mostly sleeping on the couch as my body prepared itself and learn to fight in case it needed to, this enemy that has cost so much to so many. Today though, I felt stronger. Strong enough to take a smal walk with the dogs, and returning home decided to tackle the backyard task that I knew others had not done.
Opening the door, I felt momentarily startled, the yard nearly devoid of the snow that had persisted all winter, Had I not been so intent on the walk of keep my pace slow and taking my steps gingerly, I might have noticed it then. When I had last returned home on Tuesday, until now there had been a transformation. The winter that felt as neverending as the snow covered landscape, had turned into a muddy promise of spring to come.
How fitting, to feel the same way. Second vaccine, day five.
