The weather report had warned: Rain Monday. I woke to sun and delight. I felt a bit busy, wondered if I should put off my walk til the afternoon, but, smartly, I seized the morning and caught the loveliest sunbeam on The Charles. And went, with Charlie, across the trestle, into the meadow. He met a mean dog walking a man in an orange vest who did not seem to mind that his dog wanted to fight poor Charlie. We got quickly away. Charlie was unruffled. I wasn’t. But then, I saw the most amazing full blown full grown Jack-in-the-Pulpit by the side of the path! I’ve never seen one growing in this spot, and they are far from being up and out in the woodsy places where I look for them and can count on seeing them, particularly near my brook. This was a gorgeous, quite mature specimen. Right where the blackbirds come and go. We crossed back over the trestle and I found the sweet question mark. What am I asking today? I needed a new poem for tonight, from one of the letters. I have immersed myself in the letters; their numbers astonish me. I picked one written on the date of my birthday, October 26, and I was not entirely satisfied with the result, but knew I’d get some helpful feedback tonight which I did. I am beyond questioning my desire to pursue this project. I’m in it, and committed. And realize I need to give it more of my time. And want to do that. I thought I would be too tired and uninspired to cook dinner. But the groceries arrived, I put them away, I found my energy and made chicken marsala, mashed potato, two fresh vegetables and garlic bread and I what I felt was very satisfied, they were all pleased, but so was I. It was pouring rain and I had energy to spare.