Thinking about the ten pound bag of flour I chose not to buy at Market Basket ten days ago. How could life have changed so much in so short a time?
I tend to buy in bulk, especially when things are on sale. The picture of the cabinet I posted yesterday routinely holds twelve packs of toilet paper and big packages of paper towels. I always have dry pasta, cans of tomatoes and Goya beans, boxes of chicken broth and cans of tuna on hand. Once mundane things that are now cause for gratitude as I walk past empty aisles at the grocery store.
But that day at Market Basket before the world changed, they were out of the five pound King Arthur flour that I routinely buy. They had one ten pound bag, and a five pound bag of bread flour. I bought the bread flour because I prefer storing the five pound bag, never dreaming that a week later a bag of flour would be on the endangered species list.
On a more important note, maybe there’s a bit of a wake up call in all of this. While taking a walk on trails in a local woods yesterday, we passed a mother with two teenagers out walking their dog. I guarantee that those teenagers would not have been with their mother and the dog had social distancing not been part of our lives. I have to count that as a bright note in the midst of all the upheaval and fear.
Oblivious to the chaos around them, the daylily bulbs are sprouting in the garden. I saw three robins in the yard forming a triangle about six feet apart. Social distancing? Spring will come.