#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Acorn in the wetlands

. . . Acorn, acorn, grow me an oak.
I will grow you an oak that will live
for a thousand years. . .

~ Excerpt from “Jay,” The Lost Spells by Robert Macfarlane and Jackie Morris

Sleep as delicious. Frank made noise, rising around 5:00, but I went deliciously back to sleep and woke after 8:00 with cold freshness, air from the winter morning, flashing my face in the pleasantest way. Sunday morning, taking my time. Wrote and sent my Aim for Astonishing Weekly prompt, and then went out, late morning, into the crisp and sunny wetlands. I found a lovely acorn that made me happy. The ice has melted even on the edges. I walked into Rocky Narrows and again felt the flashing of fresh, delightful cold on my face, and I had an impulse: go sit there by the river under those trees. So, I did. And then I was very still, looking at the rippling river, and Charlie dragged some waterlogged branches on the ground for a chewing. And the fresh wind blew straight on me. And I had a feeling for a poem I’ve been thinking of writing for a couple of weeks, but had not yet found my way into the beginning. And I had a sense that I will find out what this poem is about, and what it’s bringing me. It’s a poem about a blizzard I walked in as a child. I did not work on my poem today, it’s at a stopping point, but I asked my friend if she had a poem to trade for feedback, and we exchanged, and hers is amazing, and I was able to give her some feedback that she found worthwhile. That pleased me. And a highlight of the day was when we Zoomed with our friends from Paris, Patrice and Veronique, and found them well, and safe, and excited for us that we are going to have a new president in a matter of days. Of course they were shocked and dismayed to watch the riot on Jan. 6. And then we made a plan to be together, which also made me very happy. Patrice asked where should we meet? And I proposed, as I’ve been proposing for some time, New Mexico, Santa Fe area and Taos, because they have never been. And after some discussion and consideration, and Veronique’s enthusiastic yes, Patrice and Frank agreed. So, who knows what the autumn will bring. If, if, if. . . it’s a possibility, and fun to imagine we will be able to meet there, and I will have the joy of showing them around some places they’ve never seen that I love. And, in October, I told them, is when the cottonwoods are gold. I found this lovely website from the Isle of Wild Kids, based on the work of Robert MaCFarlane and it grabbed my grandmother’s interest as a place to share with my grandchildren.