The plants didn’t make it, but the chicks did.

I was on a call last night with some of colleagues and mentioned the masks the Mrs. and Girl Child have been cranking out. Hesitatingly, each asked about availability.

This morning, they cranked out another batch and, on a glorious spring afternoon, I rolled the roadster out and about to deliver.

Rowing the gears, top down and radio on, was good for my soul. Helping out a collection of dear friends was even better.

The late afternoon sun poured into the kitchen and the mask-making continues.

The Mrs. is a prolific baker and cook. The last few days she’s been focused on making masks but, this evening, she whipped up some gluten-free pumpkin waffles complete with pumpkin butter.

A little taste of fall on a spring evening.

The local elementary school again. It’s only been a few weeks and it’s already feeling like it’s been forever.

The mask making continues, a couple dozen have gone out the door already, donated to local home health aid organizations. Another set is destined for the women’s shelter in town.

On my evening walk, I did a lap around the local elementary school. Lost coats, artwork in empty halls and assignments left outside for students.

Social distancing was marked out at Lowes this morning, too.