"The air is like a butterfly
With frail blue wings.
The happy earth looks at the sky
And sings."
- Joyce Kilmer, Spring

Early, fresh air, windows open. Frank is having a gathering of a group he has run through the pandemic online. In person. Starting at 9 a.m., including kayaking and canoeing on the river. So, it’s a fast start to the day. We haven’t prepared for a party in . . . well over a year and a half. It’s the perfect perfect weather for a river party: hot sunshine and a lovely breeze. The usual clean up of an area you have neglected (the porch) that the party gives you the opportunity to do, and then you are so glad it got done! The day rolls cheerfully along, a huge success. Suzi and Charlie love a party. In the afternoon, I get a swim in at Farm Pond with my son and my daughter, glorious sunshine. In the garden, all I did was water. That was enough. The squash blossoms are extravagant; there are snap peas on the vine that my daughters keep stealing. I cut a bucket of lettuce for a salad for Frank’s party. On the river, the lily pads are in bloom.