“Oh, Ok” is the way I feel every time some new piece of information about the evolving pandemic hits home. First, Oh: oh no, this is bad; oh, what does this mean now?; oh, how do we deal with this new thing? Second, Ok: ok, we can adapt; ok, we can make this work; ok, we’ll be okay, right?

I grew clover in the shape of these letters in seed trays this past spring and photographed them after about a week of growth.