#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

I snooze the alarm four times. Body feels drugged asleep. It’s not, though. It’s Monday morning. I make a pancake for the little one. I get my delicious swim in. Charlie gets his short walk. Summer days again! All week, sun and heat, my preference. I have a poetry workshop this morning and this evening and some meetings in between. I am heartened, tonight, by the small peer workshop on our poems. I didn’t feel I had the energy to go, then i thought, I’ll go but not share a poem, and then I went and shared a poem and felt glad I did because I got help. Having a group of writers one trusts for feedback is such a boon. In the late afternoon, a break, outdoors in the sunshine with my daughter and grandson. The barred owl is hooting in the grove. We go to the garden, pick pumpkins off the vine that are ready. We hack off the heads of the sunflowers and thumb out the seeds to bake or give to the birds. We make a mess. The boy rolls the pumpkins from where I put them on the steps down the hill. Together, we pick them back up. Enchiladas, I make them for dinner. I’m so tired! And grateful for sunflowers and pumpkins, poets and children and mischief and bedtime for me.