#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Dogwood blossoms in the meadow

. . . His rounds from bloom to bloom the bee begins
With flying song, and cowslip wine he sups,
Where to the warm and passing southern winds,
Azaleas gently swing their yellow cups.
Soon everywhere, with glory through and through,
The fields will spread with every brilliant hue.
But high o’er all the early floral train,
Where softness all the arching sky resumes,
The dogwood dancing to the winds’ refrain,
In stainless glory spreads its snowy blooms.

~ Excerpt from “Dogwood Blossoms,” by George Marion McClellan

The goldfinch flitted under the blooming dogwood in the meadow. It was a long ramble today. Charlie was happy. Everything spring scented. Aromatherapy! I am quite pleased to see how much milkweed is spreading in my garden. Monarchs, I am waiting for you! Our new contractor here, briefly, and I feel enthusiastic about starting this process of construction. Especially since Frank is home and he’s enthusiastic too. The busyness of the weekend ahead; the fun, the celebration of my daughter’s drama therapy degree. I did not rake today; I was sore from my booster. Tonight, a really lovely reading by Laura Engel of her new book for the Journal of Expressive Writing Open Mic that I hosted. Such a rich ending to the day. I woke from a dream of my father this morning. It was such a heartwarming dream. He didn’t speak to me, but he was present. It was his younger self, the self he would have been when I was a child, dressed in his suit, except I was there as my grown up self today. And I was aware during the dream that he wasn’t alive anymore, but, still, I could be with him, be near him and appreciate him. I have been jealous of my brother and sister who have these kinds of dreams of him. I’ve wanted to have one like it, and now I have. And I felt very close to him all day, and now, as I write this. He would have enjoyed so much being at my daughter’s graduation Saturday. Possibly, I am remembering my own, as well. Graduating with my M.Ed. in counseling. And he was there of course. In his suit and tie. Handsome and smiling and proud.