#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
Lovely to sink down into my bed of sleep and rest tonight. I am happily tired. Frank left so early. Rain heavy on the house. Constant and noisy and also comforting. The pleasure of knowing the river and wetlands and brook are happily filling back up. Low clouds and outdoors this morning on my walk with the dogs there was no ice and low clouds and not very pretty. Except the frosted ferns which are always pretty. As soon as I woke I worked on y poem and and sent it off. Yikes. It need a lot of work. One of the valuable things of workshopping weekly with a close group of poets is the encouragement––getting my project, seeing the promise of revision in my new work that isn’t quite working. I was overtired tonight at my evening workshop. I don’t like feeling overtired! So I must have my rest. Here, in my blog, my photos from the morning really give back to me, the peace of the wetlands, the quiet and the beauty.