#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

There is a shaded leg of the trails I walk after passing through the open meadow that descends through a narrow pass through the swamp that is lush with skunk cabbage and marsh marigolds and briars and broken branches and moss and mud and ferns galore, an occasional jack-in-the-pulpit can be spotted this time of year. And one of my favorites, wild trillium, blooms in early June in all this green wild splendor, but it’s very hard to spot and some years I miss it entirely even when I look and look for days.

This year, I see I am lucky. I found it in amongst the ferns, and plenty of it, preparing soon to bloom. It’s pictured below, third from the left. I felt so much delight and hope to spot it early! I walked with a light heart, having woken early with my husband and we sat and talked for almost an hour before he left for his meeting, and I felt, for the first time since his surgery that we were really talking together, having a meaningful, extended conversation. His energy and focus were there. And tonight, the same, sitting at dinner, having conversation, not just the coping kind, but talking with that lovely kind of mutual relief: we did this. We got through this. We relived the experience together: this happened, and this happened, and this happened. And I thanked him for handling it all so well, and he thanked me. And I knew we were on the other side of this experience, together.