Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river.

Jorge Luis Borges – Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings

I’ve worked hard in my locked down vegetable plot this last couple of weeks. I’ve planted out seedlings I’d previously sown, sowed more seeds, built a polytunnel greenhouse and have dug over some more ground. I invited the self-isolating old couple from next door to come in and take a look because I know they’re always interested. They wandered around happily leaning on each other while I stayed behind the window smiling, waving and worrying about trip hazards.

Picture of Cascade River, Alberta ©Bobby Seal