Yes, in our little town it really does seem as though we are all following instructions to practice social distancing and go out for short walks for exercise and fresh air. Well all of us humans that is. But as I sit here and look out of the window into my garden it is obvious that the wild life hasn't got the message and I find it quite a comfort that they are not troubled by any of it.
I have a series of walls in my steep garden and I have noticed a small hole at the bottom of one of these walls. Yesterday, pottering about in the garden, I happened to notice a little mouse going about its business in and out of the hole, presumably nurturing a little brood (I like to think so anyway).
And sitting here now there are a couple of blackbirds, several house sparrows, a couple of blue tits and a dunnock busy in the garden - scratching around looking for food - hopefully for babies. Yes the breeding season has well and truly begun. Everything is truly busy.
Strangely enough so am I, although if at the end of the day you asked me what I had done I would be hard pressed to make a list of useful things. I live alone, so although my cleaning lady isn't coming, nowhere gets really dirty. A quick run over with the cleaner, a flick of the duster, the sink and bathroom sprayed each morning with cleaner, the sheets changed and washed, my week's clothes changed and washed (they hang on the line flapping in the breeze as I write this) and lunch cooked - that's it really. This afternoon I sat down with my coffee after lunch and finished 'Winter Holiday' yes - I am ploughing through Arthur Ransome's books for children again. Sheer escapism but I really got lost in the story. Do we really need to read deep, hard stuff? Can't we lose ourselves in something easy now and again, something that transports us to somewhere without making an effort? Must leave the Lake District in a snowstorm and return to reality and gather in the washing from the clothes line. Until tomorrow....