#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
Golden glowing meadow evening
A day outdoors from start to finish, almost summer, the first plants go into the garden, the violets run wild in the woods, all the plant are coming up, and I clear the leaves and dried stems and smell the scent of lavender rising and pick up hundreds of sticks in the grass and pine needles; everyone here is outdoors doing something, and the doors are flung open for ripe grass smell and birdsong. Tonight we drive, the five of us in Frank’s convertible to visit our son where he lives minutes away and we stand outdoors and chat across our 8 feet of distance. We drive by a friend’s house to wish a happy birthday from a safe distance. The sky over the meadow is golden as we head home. Under a half moon in a blue fading sky, Frank, my daughter and I walk to see the work of the garden and the work of the tractor cleaning up brush and we talk about important things in the warm evening, in the calm air. There are complicated issues to be concerned about. And all is well and all will be well. That’s what the sky says, as the sun rises, as the sun sets softly on this day.
