Hanging by a Thread

Three months into the lockdown.  Now I'm much more aware of the awakening of Spring and moving to early summer.  I have watched the spring flowers bloom and set seed, the ash and the sycamore are already bearing their keys.  I have wandered over the catchment watershed territory listening to the calls of the lapwing and curlew and the glorious song of the skylark.  All the time the bandage grows and the chaos reigns.