In Limbo

Waiting. Waiting for what's next in the bend in the road. No matter. The United States of America will remain a house divided deliberately so. The rancor will rumble on. The best hope is only to slow the rate of decline.

The Posh Estate remains sold and unclosed as far as I know. I get no instructions from old or new owners. I continue on as if, putting the gardens to bed for the winter. As if what? I don't know.

Waiting. Waiting in isolation for a deadly Covid plague to pass over. But you never know. One day the pedaling will stop. Of that, I am not afraid.