Amazing, what a sleep. Went to bed at 7:30 p.m. last night, read a bit, and didn’t wake up until 7:30 a.m. this morning. By the river, I met a dragonfly. A perfect start to this day. The maple wings fading fast; and the trees lovely in the stillness of the brook. A day of highs and challenges. A day of deep gratitude, for the presence of my family and the lushness of a May day. I watered all the new plants. I think my hydrangeas are not thriving despite my efforts, so I will need to replant. Most of this day, like most of these May days, I have been outdoors, well into the day turning to night. Everything about the bloom and show of this May day, all the visible and invisible life and mystery, has fed my spirit, given me strength and joy even in moments where I am troubled. The joy of my three children so close right now, so supportive of each other, so at peace with each other! A desire to be with each other and getting along and really nourishing each other. Well, this is a mother’s dream. And, all those times when this kind of intimacy and harmony felt out of reach. There is a bunny in the yard, out in the evenings, of course. Has eaten some of my hosta. I have been listening, with a dear one, to the Peter Rabbit stories again, on Audible. So, I am much more forgiving of this bunny than I otherwise might be. The flopsy bunnies are my favorite.

“Believe there is a great power silently working all things for good, behave yourself and never mind the rest.”
― Beatrix Potter