More Standing Stones, Rock Forms, Mistletoe.

Mistletoe grows so abundantly where I live that it threatens to overwhelm some of the old apple trees. It has long been a symbol of good luck, then of love and fecundity. It seemed perverse and a taunt this Christmas given all the social distancing and no kissing advice. I shan’t hang any inside this season.

A new, far more contagious variant of the virus had reared its head.

A new, confusing 3-tier system of Covid restrictions is introduced. I need a law degree to know what’s what. We’re in Tier 2.