#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Fresh garden peas

Paris, 2022

Low rain clouds overhang the garden when, early, and eager, the Special One and I open the gate and enter. I have saved a few precious peas for him for breakfast. Un-split, I let him carry them inside. Sweetly, he has stuffed a sprig of spearmint I picked on the way to the garden down my shirt. I find it later when I go to the outdoor shower. We find Frank and open all the peas. He fills himself up. It is happy anniversary for me and Frank. We go to work in our separate offices. I work on a new poem from the letters and then fall fast asleep in a recovery nap. Yesterday was a lot. I am waiting and hoping for the rain. And, it pours. I close the window. It’s drenching. Delightfully drenching. And I take both dogs to the vet for annual physicals, running to the car between raindrops. Tonight, we go out to dinner. I wear a pretty dress I bought in Paris. Dinner, halibut, is delicious. But, it’s the conversation, the happy conversation, about our 35 years that means the most. To the car, from the restaurant, we run between raindrops. Our wedding day rainy day. Damp bright grass for a fresh start.