#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Blueberries, wild and ripening in the woods on bushes. It’s early, warm, quiet. I have the chance to talk to my dear poetry friend who calls me from where she is sitting under an oak tree reading. We have a just right conversation, discussing poetry workshop, and it’s very heartening to have a meeting of the minds like this so early on a Saturday morning, each in our own experience of nature. What a fine summer day, filled with family and gardening and just relaxing. Frank travels tomorrow, so this is our special day with him. The girls go off water skiing with him. I water the garden after my walk. The ruby throated hummingbird visits me and the hose and the fine stream of clear water. In the afternoon, Frank and me and my youngest take the pick up to my friend’s house to pick up the shade plants she is giving us from her garden. Twenty fine plants! We take a quick swim, then decide on the spot where this garden of transplants will grow in the shade. In a short time, all the plants are in the ground. Amazing! I never expected all this help to get this new garden in. We have a lovely dinner, each giving Frank appreciations for his fathering while sitting outside in the evening on the deck as the sun goes down on a special day.