#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Now the woods are starting to bloom and I am finding tiny blossoms in shade under trees, under leaves, and the red wings are forming on the maples and will be little propellers, flying off the trees to the forest floor soon. It's a time to be outdoors as much of the day as possible, windows flung open to breezes. Even, a day and a time for a swim in Farm Pond. My daughters are ready and want me to join them. We drive the four minutes to our friend's home on Farm Pond and walk down the steep garden path to her beach. As we descend I say, who is committing, no matter the temperature? I'm the only one who does! So, I go first, and the cold takes my breath away, and then, and then, I'm cold and just happy and thrilled to be moving in the icy pond, cooling off on a hot hot May day. The girls follow. I stay in the longest. I want to swim longer but I'm afraid of cramping up. The last time I jumped in fresh water (not the sea) in New England was last October in Walden Pond, which was cold, but this is colder, and very satisfyingly so.

All photos and text ©Kelly DuMar 2018