Life's a Stitch

252 days, that’s the official amount of time we've been in some form of isolation or quarantine since we returned home from Bali. Even the salmon are taking precautions.

A sad ending: two posts ago I wrote about our friends, a couple, where the husband died suddenly of a heart attack. I am so sad to report that his wife followed him 16 days later, the burden of grief being too much. Such tragedy for their family.

She never saw the painting where I had subtly "carved" their initials into the trunk of the Arbutus tree. I was honoured the family asked permission to pass the painting on to one of their children, but sad about the devastating circumstances. 

I don't know what to write after that. A recent sunset seems appropriate.