Kids were still at home, supposedly learning remotely, but the outdoors beckoned. Playgrounds were still closed, and it took a bit of imagination to find things to do.
Some children on my granddaughter's street took things into their own hands, and built a little scene that they could control. Love this bit of whimsy in a world that isn't whimsical at all.
The construction/installation is now obscured by grasses and perennials, but it's a good memory from a season where there weren't many.
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In terms of whimsy, I'm thinking of recalling an earlier pandemic by referring to the toxic lords of North and South Trump and Bolsonaro as ... TB.
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