This April is being spent at home, mostly indoors, away from loved ones, away from strangers. 2 meters apart indoors, 1 meter apart outdoors. Riding in cars and buses is limited or not doable at all.
So, I invite you to Aprils past. The following photos are from various earlier years.
On the point known as Kvarven, an untouched woods is home to innumerous migratory birds. A birdwatching friend of mine and I like to go at the crack of spring at the crack of dawn to listen to the orchestra of arrivals claiming mates and territory.
Kvarven is nice for hiking and picnicing, too. And has beautiful views.
April means fresh leaves, in bright green, vulnerable yet fierce.
Gardens start to come to life, bringing with them color.
I haven’t been to town since … well, when was that? Oh, March 6th. We knew about the coronavirus by then, since first cases in Europe were announced the week before. A week later, Norway shut down. Since I live outside the city center and get all my needs met locally, I haven’t been on a bus for a month nor to town. Nor to my hairdresser’s (my only first world problem).