|Not planted yet, but soon|
It was an interesting trip, since I've been pretty much convinced that I contracted the Covid virus a while back. And then this morning, it came to me that there is no doubt: I no longer can smell or taste anything. My sense of smell hasn't been very good ever since I took a blood pressure medication that messed it up, but I could still smell some things very well. Now I can no longer tell the difference in taste between broccoli, a fudge bar, or carrots. No taste at all.
Apparently that is a definite sign of the virus. My cough is much better, and my tiredness is not as strong as it was a few days ago, but it wasn't until I woke yesterday morning that I was convinced I'd turned the corner. When I ventured out today, I wore a face mask, gloves, and didn't get closer than six feet to anybody except the person who checked me out. In the open air, she put the flowers into carrying boxes and then put them on my cart. Almost everybody in the store was wearing a mask, which surprised me. I was glad to see it.
I will not be going out again, since there is little I need, now that I have a project to play with. That, plus books, and even a video yoga class tomorrow. I'm in good shape. I hope you are staying safe.