THE PAIN AND THE GAIN

I’m not sure in these days of COVID-19, when there are millions of people stuck inside their city homes trying to keep busy and sane, whether I should even talk about what I’m doing these days.

I am the first to admit that living where I live is a privilege; I’ve always felt that way.  The green space, the privacy, the solitude of rural living is unequalled unless, possibly, you own your own private tropical island.  Truthfully though in all but temperature, it is the same thing.  The COVID social distancing restrictions are pretty easy to satisfy when you live a mile from your closest neighbour.  I have had to modify how many times I run into town, trying to keep it to once a week, and the curbside pick up type shopping is less than satisfying but these things are the only way I am impacted at all.  I don’t have a job I am required to go to, and neither am I out of a paycheck because my business is closed.  I am blessed and I know it.

Even better, now that spring has come, I am busy.

I was always destined to garden; it’s in my very DNA.  There have always been flowers to beautify the yard and vegetables to feed the family.  Once the ground warms up my ‘to do’ list is never done.  It makes for satisfying work, fresh air and exercise, and peaceful sleep – another luxury in these uncertain times.  The sore muscles are collateral damage.

Many news stories lately have been about governments coming up with plans to safely ‘open up’ their economies without re-igniting the virus’ spread.  There are so many things to consider: people need their jobs to pay their bills and feed their families but if this virus hasn’t been sufficiently suppressed we will all end up back in quarantine and have to start over again.  Not only does no one want a second round of this fight, but the experts predict that it will be much harder the second time around.  Having experienced what ‘staying at home’ means people will not be so compliant for a second go – it’s not all about the paycheck, it’s about the sanity.

I have tried to imagine what life would be like in the city with only a small yard to contain the energy of kids who are denied friends to play with and have established that home schooling is not a fun experience – a fact that their parents absolutely agree with.  Of course there is an even worse scenario – apartment living, trying to survive without even the relief valve of a few square feet of grass.

They say that domestic violence rates are going up – one more very distressing implication of life with COVID.

 

In my protected, privileged cocoon of space and financial security I cannot imagine the emotional stress or financial anxiety so many people are going through.

Meanwhile I work in my garden.  For years I’ve been downsizing what I plant but this year the size of my garden will grow.  In the pre-COVID world there never were any worries about sourcing our food but we have all learned that the systems we thought were infallible have shown serious weaknesses.  It’s time to put to use all the information handed down to me from older and wiser gardeners.  Maybe this will mean that I do extra work for nothing and we will have excess to give away, or maybe we will need it all, who knows?  The thing about gardening is that the seeds have to go into the ground now if they are going to do any good.  The pain of the growing season will give us the gain of the harvest.  We have to enter this with faith that the seeds will grow and we will have a plentiful harvest at summer’s end.

It strikes me that this same faith and perseverance is what we need to triumph over COVID-19.  If we don’t stick with the restrictions of social distancing, wearing masks and gloves where necessary, and not gathering in large groups this spring, we can expect a very nasty harvest of more sickness and death and a second round of isolation come fall.

 

For everyone’s sake, let’s do this right the first time.