#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Full Moon, North End

Charlie got out early, woke me barking on the trail—Oh, Charlie! My youngest texted me that she was too tired to go for our planned swim at the appointed hour. So, I took a long walk. The wild grapes are purple and aromatic. The goldenrod is fresh and bright. The Queen Anne’s lace is dry and wilted. The meadow I walked through that borders the river after crossing the trestle bridge has not been mowed. But it will be soon. The sun did not come out, as predicted, and it was not warming up as predicted. But my daughter texted, said yes, she wanted to swim after all. There was no one else on the beach but us. We wondered if it would feel too cold. And then we swam. There was no give; the clouds stayed, the water was a low lit olive green. But I felt terrific. It was not too cold, it was just right, and we swam across the pond to the pump house and back. What a swim! I felt terrific and found a wonderful rhythm to my stroke. Her Apple watch told us we’d swum a mile. In the late afternoon, my husband, daughter, and special one headed into the North End. Parked and walked the Rose Kennedy Greenway, and found a new part: A Meadow Walk! We took this little urban surprise jaunt and passed through tall walls of goldenrod. A casual dinner, Hazelnut coffee at the Thinking Cup, and Bova’s bakery for coconut cake, my favorite. The moon, full? came out to add a white dot of perfection to the evening. Then home, and a thunderstorm blew up. Poor, poor Charlie.

Meadow in the City! The Greenway, Boston