#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Dragonfly wings in the milkweed meadow

Oh, did it pour and pour and pour, and it came down heavy on my long walk. Amazingly, a few mosquitos buzzed around me––how do they do this in such rain? It was peaceful, all except the buzzing, in the amazing puddled woods. The river and all the wetlands and brooks running full to overflowing banks. Such a steadiness to this storm. There is a meadow where this colony of milkweed blooms and I stopped again to get a closer look, after finding, two days ago, the mating beetles. This morning, still as could be, this dragonfly, as if stunned by the downpour. Lovely pink blooms. Frank’s father unable to arrive today for his birthday weekend as planned, a canceled flight from Tampa; but tomorrow, for sure. I flomped home through the puddles and dried Charlie, faithful, soaking Charlie, on the porch and dumped the water out of my boots! Quite refreshed! There is the feeling of a celebration, and a party, throughout the house. The preparations. My battled with the clutter, everyone’s clutter, to not let it build before this party. Errands to run, bought flowers and ice cream. Mostly worked on the pictures for a slideshow; always a huge project, but fun. Culling photos from the dusty mass of chaotic boxes and boxes of old photos and negatives in the photo closet. Yes, a closet! Frank is getting excited about his party on Sunday. I do so want him to have fun. In the late afternoon, my daughter and I talked each other into swim at my friend’s dock which we did at the tail end of the downpour; it was so choppy and cold, but I swam around the island happily. As we drove home, the sun came out. O sun, the vegetables need you! Thank you for coming back to us today!

Milkweed Meadow