#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
My dear friend comes over early for a walk and talk in the woods, and my daughter joins us too. Rain, early rain, has stopped. This friend and I have raised our daughters, best friends, together. There are things we never would have talked about in front of them, and now we do. Now, when we're together, we're all friends, friends listening to friends. Women who know each other very well and want, every day, to know each other even better. Friendship can be fierce: fiercely protective. We take care of each other's emotional needs. Tender, we are, and fierce too, about believing in each other's best nature.
“The Trees
The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.
Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too,
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.
Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.”
All photos and text copyright Kelly DuMar unless otherwise attributed