One of my favorite poems by the American poet Langston Hughes starts out, “
Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on...”
That’s how I’ve been feeling these days of the Covid-19 Shelter-In, or whatever it will come to be called in the history books someday. I’m finding it hard to sit down and write a blog or even read a book. On the other hand, the freezer has been cleaned and organized, the oven excavated and shined, the windows polished. I have mended and ironed and washed, weeded and trimmed everything in sight. It seems it’s my feet and hands that need to be always moving. My brain is on vacation.
For excitement, besides Rosie unexpectedly dying we had tornadoes one morning this week, with one touching down just miles from our house. I’ve never experienced a tornado warning without a basement shelter to retreat to.
Apparently, the place to be is the bathroom so you toss in all you can, including pillows to put over your head (see right), and squeeze in with it all.
The safest place of all is the bathtub (??) which Bob seems to instinctively know because it’s where you can find her any time there is a thunderstorm.
Nine people died in this line of three or four tornadoes (they’re still counting) 160 miles long along the coast of South Carolina. The nearest touchdown was only a few miles away. We are thankful we were spared.
Until this week we have been able to continue hiking but those days are coming to a close with heat, alligators, and bugs. This week we have stuck to exploring the historic district of our town which is fun, too.
Last week a little 4 inch amphibian posed for a picture on a trail through the Santee Delta Preserve.
Just a short walk farther on we spotted a 10 foot reptile in the water a few feet off the trail!
Nearby, between water on either side of the trail, we were on the newly trampled path of a large alligator crossing from one side to the other.
Standing (very briefly!) on the hiking path, looking to the right
And to the left, the alligator trail ...
“Frequent use make the runs appear well trampled.”
This one appears well trampled, no doubt about it! We had to cross it to get back to the car, which we did right smart! So, we will probably wisely be leaving the paths at Santee Delta to the gators until next winter.
I will leave you with one more photo, sent to me by my daughter with the caption,