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The whole society here in Bend, Oregon, has shut down! I go to UU Fellowship on Sundays, and once or more a week for other events, and it’s shut down. I go to First Presbyterian Church for a great book study group once a week and it’s shut down. I go to The Commons coffee shop twice a week to visit with friends, and it’s shut down. I go to Dudley’s Bookshop at least once a week for events and meeting friends, and it’s shut down. I go to Barnes and Noble bookstore once a week to read and meet friends, and its coffee shop is closed. All that fuss with six cases of Covid in the vast expanse of eastern Oregon. By my projections based on the past months, which are displayed on yesterday’s post, we will all get this disease within a year, and only old people like me are even at much risk. The whole economy has shut down for geriatrics living in closed communities. My response, and it’s what I was going to do anyway, is spending more time in my garden. Hopefully, not pushing up the flowers.

Forty steps directly behind this photo is the Commons, and everything about my life there is this beautiful.

That is about half of the eight cubic yards of dirt that I hauled to the back yard with 61 wheelbarrow loads.

This photo was taken early in the enterprise, with about 12 loads brought in to get the layout set for the rest.

And then, the snows came. This is about one inch of snow of about six inches that accumulated later that night.

I coped with that problem by planting 70 quarts of dirt in yogurt containers in my south window.

The plan is to put two or three more extensions on the greenhouse framework and then stretch the 6 mil special PVC plastic over the top. Last year worked out okay, but it went up a little late. In the two-to-six-week frame of time, that greenhouse will be filled with beautiful growing things.

There wasn’t enough snow this winter to test out my new Snowshoos.