#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

. . . The strumming and the flute notes
rise into the atmosphere,
and even if the whole world’s harp
should burn up, there will still be
hidden instruments playing. . .

~ Excerpt from “Everything is Music, Rumi, Translated by Coleman Barks and John Moyne

Oh, the weeds. I pull some in the hot sun after watering. And plant the pumpkin seeds, more pumpkins. First, I have to prepare a patch of soil and Frank has gone and there is a spot left that I want to fill. I get the seeds tucked into their little hills; and water all the garden. The best moment of this day: tonight, walking pre-dusk, but the light is low and glowing gold, I walk toward the river and there, flitting and perching and flitting in the pines is a small flock of Eastern Bluebirds that have made their home on the property. A good day means I have been outdoors for most of it, and had a fine swim in Farm Pond with my girls. I went around the island, and then my daughter said, will you go around again with me? and so, of course I did. I sleep soundly these nights of all this activity. I sent my Aim for Astonishing e-mail and will host a free webinar on Tuesday night. Frank and I had a chance for a walk in the fresh bright morning, just around the house to look at plants, and coffee on the deck. “Someone needs to fill the bird feeders,” he said. “And we’re almost out of food.” And I was pleased that he worried about his birds, and promised to fill the feeders while he’s away.

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