#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Charlie at the morning brook

Charlie would not let me sleep. Impatient, he sat at the bottom of the stairs and yipped. Already he’d had his breakfast. Already, he had been let out. He wanted his walk. I made him wait, because I had the poem. Some revisions. As soon as I sat down to wake up with my coffee they came. So, he yipped more. He was mad. Finally, I was ready. By then the sky was clearing, the day was warming, and the breeze was amazing. June, what a breeze blew through the trees all day. We stopped at the brook. We crossed the meadow. We walked by the river, the birdhouses, the wetlands. The Blue flag still in bloom. I felt lighthearted, having gotten somewhere, finally, with the poem, finally, feeling it’s better. Near the swamp a butterfly flitted in the bushes and she stopped long enough for me to get a picture. Charlie and I were not irritated with each other outdoors. Today I bought more plants and in the late afternoon pulled my wheelbarrow of perennials across the field to the river where I want to plant them so they’ll bloom for the wedding. Clouds hung over the summery late afternoon river. Tomorrow they’ll go in the ground.

Late afternoon river view