My across the street and next door neighbors each recently acquired new garden tools. With a cordless power drill and a hex drive auger to serve as bulb bit, my neighbor to the north planted 160 tulip bulbs on either side of the walk leading to her front door. Not to be outdone, my gardening neighbor to the west made a quick Amazon purchase for this same handy tool and scattered 80 daffodil, hyacinth and early snowdrop bulbs among her well-established perennials. Promises of spring – that is assuming the scurry of squirrels that nests in our 80-year elm tree doesn’t dig up the bulbs as winter appetizers or the fluffle of rabbits under the neighbor’s shed across the alley doesn’t devour each green shoot just as it pokes through the snow. Normally all this activity would have inspired garden envy and set me on my own quest to add spring color. And, last fall I would have enthusiastically joined the planting challenge but not this October.
When we first entered our global quarantine, I accepted it as an inconvenience and then joined two new book clubs, enrolled in an Impressionist art appreciation class, and participated in an earth-based meditative retreat led by French knitting designer, Solène Le Roux. But what I am feeling today, 18 months into our shared Covid experience is a bit like the title of the 1971 S.E. Hinton coming of age novel, That Was Then, This is Now.
When mass media began mentioning “pandemic fatigue” I recognized some of the symptoms as my own but also wondered about the power of suggestion. Then articles in the Journal of the American Medical Association and The Lancet validated my feelings. The World Health Organization even has entire publication devoted to “pandemic fatigue” which is defined as:
…an expected and natural response to a prolonged public health crisis – not least because the severity and scale of the COVID-19 pandemic have called for the implementation of invasive measures with unprecedented impacts on the daily lives of everyone, including those who have not been directly affected by the virus itself.
An expected and natural response to a prolonged public health crisis. The validation that what I am experiencing is an international phenomenon may not be a precise recipe for an attitude adjustment but it certainly is a step toward reducing my irritability. Getting back in the garden, if only to put things to bed for the winter, may also help diminish my pandemic fatigue.
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As I was reading your post I was thinking pandemic fatigue was something different but the article you’ve linked says it is about people stopping taking the safety precautions and following the rules. I don’t think I will be afflicted with pandemic fatigue because I already have a severe case of ‘follow-rules-to-the-letter-itis’. I’m lucky I live in Scotland where face masks are still required and rules are stricter than England. We are off to England next week and my anxiety is already rising at their more relaxed rules, never mind people ignoring what rules are left. I was due to be seeing my sister but she and my niece have just caught Covid, so I think pandemic fatigue has definitely hit her house!
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These are strange and worrisome times we live in, to be sure. I think too that how you’re hard-wired makes a lot of difference. My very outgoing mum is having a very hard time with all the restrictions because she absolutely LOVES interacting with people and another week or month of being at home has her climbing the walls and feeling frustrated and upset. (Although I wish she had stock in Zoom because she has embraced that wholeheartedly.) My dad, on the other hand, is completely content to venture out once a week to do grocery shopping and is happy to stay at home with his nose in a book otherwise. It’s affected so many more things than I think we ever imagined and certainly means we shouldn’t take any of the small freedoms for granted!
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I have had a few dips into fatigue and discouragement but then I bounce back a bit. Because we have grandsons too young for vaccinations, we are still being very careful about being out and about. Today I swatched for a new sweater and after reading this, I might need to order some bulbs, not because I have the enthusiasm right now but it would be lovely to have that color pop up next spring.
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