The anemones are out.  Usually they bloom at the end of February or the beginning of March.  And everyone drives down to the south to see them.  But now the weather is almost summery and we’re in lockdown and the times are wrong and keeps changing : We are expecting rain on the day the quarantine is supposed to end.  That will keep most of us close to home.

But most people don’t believe that the quarantine will end, or that anything will really change with the elections.  There is a sense of relinquishing hope, of .. maybe… despair.  After that great anticipation of the vaccinations, we discover that all our ambivalence about the innoculations was in vain – that we thought and thought and thought about what to do and now we are largely vaccinated and there is a new strain to which perhaps we’re not immune.