I just spent five months with only Tim to talk to. Then we returned to our home in the Adirondacks. Yesterday, I volunteered for a Covid vaccine clinic where I administered 50 doses, and conversed with 50 + people in one day. My brain was fried. But I felt good, I could finally do something.
We wrapped up our time at Schoodic with a flourish. Tim and an old colleague performed Schubert’s Wintereisser to a small, socially distanced, rapt audience. it was beautiful, despite the unheated barn on a snowy day.
I walked my favorite walks one last time.
Our trip home ended with a ferry ride across Lake Champlain, which was so calm it could have been called Lake Placid!
There was a lot to catch up to at home. Most importantly, my bees were still alive. We had a couple of warm sunny days and they were out gathering pollen. I did a quick inspection, saw new brood, unwrapped the hive and took out the winter insulation. They were quite docile.
Then it snowed and the temperature dropped. Oops. Such an amateur.
This is no surprise. Every year we get spring snow, sometimes as late as May.
So, I will wait and see. And talk to Tim.