It rained so hard on Saturday that poor "Symphony" rose smashed right to the ground. What a shame, since it was at the peak of perfection for the year. The stems couldn't support the heavy wet blossoms, so I cut the broken branches and propped it up. It should bloom again this summer, but not as spectacularly.
June is almost over, how is that possible? The hours of the day pass slowly, but looking back on 4 months at home, it feels more like 4 weeks. Dad and I were talking yesterday about how quarantine warps our sense of time.
Ironically, June 29 is Hug Holiday, exactly when there is a great deficit of hugs in the world.
How things have changed. Advice from the good old days on my Holiday Insights calendar:
"Hug Holiday Day encourages us to give hugs to those who need them. On this day, people go out and give hugs at senior citizen centers, hospitals, and other places. The focus is upon elderly, sick and invalid, lonely people and anyone who needs the warmth, cheer, and love that a hug provides."
(There's no substitute for a real hug.)
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