#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
Last of the maple wings
Gray sky and cool morning. Would be easy to decide not to swim in the un-bubbled pool. But I decide to go; it will be heated and I have missed the pool this past week. I’m exactly right. I have the pool all to myself and it’s plenty warm and nice to be swimming so comfortably under the open sky. I go longer than I expected to, then home to Charlie who is ready to be outdoors. Everything is soaked. I stop and do a bit of weeding in the shade garden as I head toward the river and Charlie waits. There are so many dandelions gone to seed! And broken sticks. We go to the river which is high from the rain. And Papa Mallard is nowhere to be seen in the brook this morning. In fact, his sleeping perch is under water. I buy a few more seedlings: snap peas and lettuces and pumpkins. Frank and I work in the garden all afternoon with a lovely breeze. The sun has come out, it’s hot. I make a fine row of pumpkins and hope they’ll survive. I love working with Frank in the garden because he does so much of the heavy lifting with the tractor, moving the new soil in, and I realize how lucky I am that we both enjoy having a vegetable garden, and that it’s not just my thing. It’s our project. And he appreciates what I do, and I appreciates what he does. And very soon the special one will come home and appreciate it too. Tomorrow: we plant the sunflower seeds.
