Wake into the rush of morning, a household of needs. My youngest has gone blueberry picking; she and her boyfriend have brought home so many gorgeous and delicious berries. She has baked the blueberry cakes, enjoyed by all. I think, I will make blueberry pancakes for the special one who needs breakfast. Except there are, I discover, after heating the pan and pouring the mix, no eggs, no milk. Oh well. Eventually, I get Charleston out and we have a nice swift walk in the green and lush morning. I lead my Ukrainian support group. I have over prepared. This group is functioning well now as a group. I threw out my plan and realized I no longer need to prepare something because my improvised response, based on deep listening and presence, is what is necessary, possible, desirable. Treading water with a dear friend was a highlight of the afternoon. After I took my swim around the island. I wasn’t sure I could fit this all into my day, but I did. How fun to talk in the water. There was a delicious wind blowing the surface of the water. Warm and comforting. Tonight, after dinner, that same wind. And the sky darkened from bright blue to storm warning, purplish. I watered everything anyway in case the rain that threatened didn’t come––and it didn’t really, not much, after all. Harvested zucchini & summer squash and cucumbers. Oh, the weeds! I can’t fret them because I cannot deal with them right now. We will have cherry tomatoes ripe this week. I will pick them with the special one who will eat them fresh from the vine.