Yesterday we walked along the Cedar River Trail.
There were a handful of others with the same idea and we all kept our distance,
even the ducks.
The willow trees were beautiful and weeping once more
The cherry trees (or plum – I can’t tell them apart) were fragrant in bloom,
but the flowering current had the best shades of pink.
It was all wonderful, but there was more to come.
For after our walk we stopped by my mom’s apartment, where she has been in lockdown the last three weeks, with limited opportunity to even leave her room.
Through it all she has remained cheerful and upbeat – at 90 she has seen it all.
That’s my beautiful mom.