I'm in the garden to check on everything and it is so cold again but there is life everywhere and I'm very happy that nothing is lost.

At home, things were slowly taking shape. We had the bare essential to live again. It was a time of waiting. Waiting to find a more permanent home. Waiting for spring. Waiting for my operation.

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CHAPTERS: 00:00 Introduction 00:22 A kitchen in waiting mode 03:00 Distraction in the garden