#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
Sunday morning on the Charles
For a short time today the sun shone, early, on our walk by the swollen river. The wild oats and anemones are in bloom and the ferns are unfurling as the weather swings from warm to chilly and raw to sweet and fresh and windy. Much rain the rest of the day and even though I had a short nap it was a rare kind of day I felt sleepy throughout as if I could have luxuriated in bed all day. With my youngest I went to a concert on a college campus to hear a dear friend sing for her last time as a senior. Driving home, leaving the campus, trees in spring bloom, I felt suddenly a shock of feeling. These little girls, our youngest, finishing college. We just sent them to kindergarten. Another rite of passage for this mothering journey. When I returned home tonight from an outing, my son and his fiancee had a fire roaring delightfully in the living room.
“The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day.
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You’re one month on in the middle of May.”
