Actually, my countdown started two weeks ago as I looked at what adjustments I might need to make with the coming winter. Some might think I am rushing the calendar. But I need a marker of hope. I want to look forward to the future. this year I have survived cancer, avoided Covid, longed to hug my granddaughter, missed my family, yearned to visit friends. I want to move beyond the toxic chaos of political poison. So I set a mark on the calendar when life could be different again, maybe not normal, but not like it is now. Easter. The day of resurrection. Celebration. Spring. This photo is from April 5, 2020, captured in my backyard. 21 weeks until the dogwood is in full bloom again. And I will celebrate.
And to use the days ahead, I have begun to set goals so that these 21 weeks can have a purpose beyond waiting. I have a list of projects and hopes. By the time I get to Easter, life will be different.