#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Milkweed for the Monarch

“In almost thirty years of walking around on the grass of the world, she couldn't recall having spent two minutes alone with a butterfly.”
― Barbara Kingsolver

Rain all night, and hazy sunshine for the day. I pass through the church rows of the chokecherry blossoms and their overpowering scent. Later, the pond water is icy from the rain; icy and pleasant, as I swim to the pump house and back, and my youngest swims on past the pump house. I work on some poem submissions, and attempt a revision of a poem that feels like it’s coming apart. It’s far too mosquito-manic to be in the yard for long. But, crossing the yard to get to the tomatoes in the garden, I take my two minutes with the monarch who is swooping in and out of the milkweed, the bee balm, the butterfly weed.