It’s very instinctively clear to me today that I want to walk rather than swim. Because it rained and everything would be deliciously soaking and moist and it would be a walk into clean bushes and grass. And, yet, also, mud! The brook and wetlands so wonderfully muddy. And I had on my bare feet in my rubber gardening shoes. So, I saw that I could reach what I feared was unreachable with my camera, the bright patch of blue flag iris that bloom wild in the middle of the brook. So, I squished through the mud and got up nice and close to appreciate them, because they only bloom like this once a year, and I haven’t missed them. No sign of Papa or Mama mallard. But there is a flock(?) of ducklings or goslings that fled to the other bank of the river when I approached. My son had previously seen them. Could they be the offspring of our nesting mallards? Perhaps. As I’ve had no other signs of the mallards being still on the nest. Today was a busy day. Ukrainian group, always warm and gratifying to be with these friends, despite the horrible realities of hardship and threats to life of loved ones. Then, my dear friend stopped by for a visit, short walk, which was lovely. Tonight let my Tuesday night writing group, so inspirational. I led a warm up on “something you’re not afraid of anymore” and the sharing was so powerful and rich. I made a nice dinner again tonight. I’m on a roll. I feel like doing it, and I feel appreciated and I have this nourishing energy I want to give to my family around the table. It’s feeding me to do it.