Everything's definitely in a holding pattern. The animals are trying to decide: is it time yet?
The plant life has one foot in autumn and the other foot in spring.
And the humans are confused. I think they are trying to figure out the shape of the new normal.
In weaver country, nothing much has changed. Not so you can see on first inspection.
The striped warp has been cut off, washed & dried. Here it is in a heap, just emerged from the drier.
In the Department of Books, I have finished reading Zora Neale Hurston's Their Eyes Were Watching God.