#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Red hot glimpses of foliage begin to appear on the river. But my views for photos are limited because the water is still so high I can’t get up to the river’s edge to the open views. My rubber boots are leaking. I heard the rain on waking, was not excited. However, as I walked down the narrow trail with the wet branches of berries and leaves on my left and right I felt freshened up and clean. I walked over the trestle bridge and through the meadow. Colors of purple and gold everywhere. I walked under a clearing sky, patches of blue, and finally, straight shot of sun. And no watering to be done. I had a busy day at my desk preparing for the week’s groups and a poem to write for tonight. And I felt very tired from my active weekend. Not a good way to start a busy week on a Monday! But, I stayed at my desk. Delaying getting to the poem that I began last week and didn’t finish because I couldn’t go to my Friday workshop—hadn’t touched it. Sat and sat until I opened it and began to work. What a mess! A waste of time? Kept at it. Sat with it for awhile in the September sun. Finally eeked out a draft I felt was finished enough. I just didn’t know about it, had doubts. Sent it off. Couldn’t resist buying some plants. I’m trying to plant a border around the shade garden my friend gave me before she moved. I got some plants, not enough, and didn’t have time to put them in, but weeded a bit. Workshop was so dynamic tonight—back together after a three-week break, and the poems and comments were sharp. My poem was well received, and I know I am on the right track with this new series.