#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Rock water cloud lichen

In the mood to sing tonight. No hurry, time to luxuriate in bed, even after an early alarm. Stormy rain outside. I gave my poem a once-over. Sent it off, went back to sleep. Delayed a walk. Poetry workshop bookending the day. My poem brought to both. Great reception, great feedback. Whoosh!

The sun came out

A visit to my daughter’s home. Tea and a long walk around her neighborhood. A cheerful sunshine, lots of time to talk and see her neighborhood.

Oh, the new year! it’s coming!

I heard Fudgy crowing downstairs. The door had blown open in the storm. He pooped in the hall.

Fudgyyyyyyyyyyyy!