#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Aren’t we always trying to take the picture we’ve never taken before and can never take again?

Oh my, this is my season! Warm enough to open doors before 7:00 a.m., sunshine pouring in and me and Wave in bare feet and shorts outside smelling new herbs of the morning, pulling weeds, being summered by the air and sky and earth. Somehow, coaxing him, his cheerfulness, his cooperation, his relief of good weather, no complaints about going off to school. Out the door with his scrambled egg sandwich. Me to my walk with Charlie. No picture until I was returning over the trestle bridge, though I had tried for many. Then the sun was a bright circle in the reflection of the river and the trees and the light was perfection. I saw the beaver skimming home off in the distance. Then I swam and hurried to poetry workshop which was excellent, and my poem got very helpful feedback. I worked today on prepping for my Writing About Grandmothers workshop tomorrow night. Wave’s cheerful self home and lighting the house with humor and enthusiasm. I made my sister’s scone recipe. Frank cooked fish and I cooked all the veggies and everybody ate together with the door open to the summer breeze. Scones, jam, strawberries, whipped cream. More poetry tonight with my Monday night friends and again, it was enriching and delicious as the scones.