#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
All the rustiness of the woods arrives. The pine needles, the grasses, the ferns, the fallen leaves. Sun, sun, more sun. Brook has been dry for months. I miss the water. Of course, it’s in the river. So many stunning views this fall. Brittany woke me even before Fudgy did. That was a surprise. I swam my laps, felt terrific. Lots of energy. Until late afternoon when it waned, and I made an easy dinner before group tonight. Bought some plants today, on sale. I enjoy taking care of the indoor garden of tropical and geraniums. They are certainly getting plenty of sun. Still thinking, all day, about the exquisite reading and talk Li-Young Lee gave last night. Poet as priest.