*Sun and dry leaves hanging over my head this morning as I choose to cross the trestle bridge over the Charles and visit the sunny meadow under a clear sky. The tiger lily grows wild on the dirt road through this meadow; the lush lily, growing wild along the gravel road that runs through this wetland meadow, is my moment of pure delight and surprise. My stay at home, here on the Charles, has been brief, and I am off again today, feeling pleasantly saturated by the lace and the buttons and the fiery orange spirit of early morning in a quiet meadow.