#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Evening Rain

I’m on duty early. Make an oat and cinnamon pancake with bananas for the boy. He wants to eat it in the garden with me because I have promised him butterflies in abundance on the butterfly bush. We get to the garden, but it’s early, overcast, and the butterflies must be sleeping in. I weed my sunflowers, he plays in his massive dirt pile making rivers with the hose, and Charlie gets the pancake. Then we take a hike. As we’re passing the swamp he stops and greets it: “Good morning, swamp. Did you sleep well last night?” We get no audible answer from the swamp. We climb the steep hill––twice, and slide down it once. I have to do a good amount of rides on my back. We find a handful of blackberries which he eats quite happily. Back in the yard, it’s hot and we both need refreshment. We fill his little pool with the hose and then have a fun water fight. It’s time for lunch and for him to be shared with his mother. Tonight, I share my poem in peer workshop and get some helpful feedback. It’s pouring. Really raining hard. Glad I did not water the garden because my pumpkins and tomatoes are getting way more than they need. I have so much hope invested in my pumpkins. Tomorrow, I just might pick my eggplants.