#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Charles River, April Morning

Tom Daley, Frank and me at the Lily Poetry Review Books reading in Weymouth, MA today

Full sun, but a chill in the air, as there is so many Easter weekends. I feel as though I did not get as much rest as I needed, and so I skip my swim and have a walk. Surprise a heron from the river bank. Yet, no ducks to be seen. Some duck feathers, though, floating in the brook. Not a good sign. I will hope for the best. Spring buds on the trees, a cheerful sight. After my walk I do a little worm digging with the special one. We give the worm a ride in the tractor and return him to the soil. I prepare a little for my reading with Lily Poetry Review Books, a long line-up of us, in Weymouth for the afternoon. Then, a lovely birthday lunch for a dear friend, and a time for a long talk. It’s nice that Frank comes to the reading. It’s like a date. We haven’t been out together in a long time. And at the reading, camaraderie, poetry, celebration.