Saturday, March 21—

Yes, it’s spring again, and the sky is soft and gray. Crocuses are blooming.  The pussy willows are opening, the same color as the sky.

This morning, I went to get milk at the Walgreens at Roosevelt and Ridgeland in south Oak Park. There was a big delivery truck full of stuff,  but no one knows what’s on it.  Milk? Rubbing alcohol?    This is how we live now, and every day is different.

Some businesses are laying off workers.  Some shops are forced to close, for now.  The Jewel is hiring—apply online or at the Customer Service desk.

Later in the afternoon, I walked back to Walgreens. The parking lot was packed!  There were lines of people at all the registers. Limit 2 on paper products.  No one was buying Easter candy, yet.  There was no milk, today. Tomorrow, who knows.  I’ll be back.

March is unpredictable, anyway. There may be snow on Sunday.  But today, clouds give way to sun. Kids are playing basketball  in the alley. There are buds on the branches, but no baseball on the radio. Remember baseball? Here’s a post on baseball, and opening day.

But we are learning how to live here now—-in this changing weather, Spring and all that is. There is such beauty in this world–tough and resilient and audacious–the crocuses, the daffodils, the chirping sparrows,  the first green leaves. Buds are swelling on the lilacs and magnolias.

The beauty of  opening day.