And now for a yearly tradition: recapping the year that just ended by sharing one photo per month. I try to choose some of my best pictures, but sometimes I have to forgo quality in order to pick one that really captures the flavor of the month, as you will see.
Baby Benjamin, my sister’s baby and the youngest member of the extended family, celebrated his first birthday in January with all the pageantry such an occasion demands.
John and I made our third trip to San Francisco to see our middle son, Teddy. And this time with the added attraction of meeting Molly, his girlfriend. The photo above is of Mission Dolores, the oldest surviving structure in the city, and the newer Basilica.
I spent a lot of time walking this year–it was my way of coping with quarantine. Hence, I took a lot of nature pictures. This shot of apple blossoms was taken on the grounds of All Saints parish, just down the street from me. At the time, I was walking there every Friday because it was Lent and they have outdoor Stations of the Cross.
I also spent a lot of time sitting on my front porch staring at my garden. My grandmother’s irises outdid themselves this year and I really need to divide them.
When our local lockdown ended in May, I was horrified by the immediate incursion of door-to-door salespeople. I put up this sign to accompany my Divine Mercy Jesus and have not been bothered since. I will hate to take it down!
Graduations were delayed a month and we opted out in any case, but our Senior consented to don cap and gown for this picture. He started virtual college in August.
For a most of the summer, Rum Swizzles, something I experienced on our anniversary cruise to Bermuda, were a Saturday night ritual. This was just one of many such rituals that I created to give a rhythm to life during the pandemic.
I’m not a big selfie-taker–in fact, I don’t like my picture taken at all–but voting is important! I was impressed with the procedures put in place and it gave me confidence to vote in person in the Presidential election later in the year.
I cannot say often enough how blessed I have been by the construction just a couple of years ago of Plumb Creek Park, which would be in easy walking distance of my house if we had sidewalks. I have been there almost every day this year, and it has become my happy place, whether I am doing laps or hiking the nature loop.
I took this picture on Halloween night. I had never seen a moon with a corona before. We also saw a big green meteor earlier that evening. And enjoyed trick or treating, a blessed bit of normal fun in an abnormal time.
It was a quarantine Sweet Sixteen for Lorelei, who made the balloon decoration herself. All the family gathered in our driveway, six feet apart. We all remembered the last party at our house, for William’s birthday in early March, when we expressed disbelief that there was talk of families not being able to celebrate together.
We had a white Christmas, y’all. To give some perspective, this has happened only three times before in my lifetime (that’s over half a century), and only once so far in my kids’ lifetimes (back in 2010). It was so beautiful, and felt like a gift from God at a time when He knew we wouldn’t be going anywhere anyway.