EDITOR'S NOTES

In the last few months, I often heard comments like “I can’t wait until this year is over” or “2021 can’t come soon enough.”

Due to ongoing measures to limit the spread of the coronavirus, my Christmas is going to be quite a bit quieter than usual this year. There will be fewer parties, no kids’ concerts and not as many holiday activities.

“Are we there yet?”

Like antsy children in the backseat of the car on long road trip, we’re all wondering when we will reach the end of the COVID-19 pandemic. Is there an end? What exactly will it look like?

As I write this, I am watching history disappear. We just started a large home renovation project. My house is a series of additions. It started with the original 14-by-20-foot, one-and-a-half-story house built in the 1800s.

I recently purchased a set of face masks where the packaging read “one size fits most.” That was apparent when myself and two children thought they fit pretty well, while my husband proclaimed it to be too small, and it was clearly too large for my 5-year-old. I guess they did fit “most” of my household.

As I’ve mentioned before, I really like being a tobacco farmer because it is steeped in traditions we don’t see as much with more modern agriculture. One of those traditions is manual weed control.