Our neighborhood bog has taken on new life. A local refuge for the shelter in place population in our little corner of this troubled world. Picturesque place with a shuttered pump house, idyllic pond, and splashes of overlooked cranberries blinking red at bog’s edge
A beehive of activity during the Fall harvest, but on a chilly March day, generally home to random dog walkers, or retirees out for a stroll. Until now. Yesterday, there were little family groups, a few older couples, and a smattering of dog walkers. Certainly not a crowd, but more than one would normally see. All being careful of social distancing, but hardly a problem in this large open space.
Fortunate are we to have this place so close to home. A chance to renew and recharge, away from the news reports. Shaking off concern if only for an hour. Hearing a child’s laughter, and a dog’s bark. Watching sunlight produce shimmering rainbows on the water. A reminder of all that is good.