#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Milkweed

It’s a hard wake-up, but outside, wandering in the grass, looking over all the growing things, I feel such peace and gratitude. I walk to the calm river. I walk to the receding brook, the mud is black, Charlie will roll in it. The milkweed is flowering, and the groundhog cannot reach it. The bunnies have nibbled all my phlox. The parsley and dill have come back. I take my swim and then must rush off with my daughter for Wave’s celebration for the last day of school. He is adorable and wolfs down the buffet they offer. All day he is cheerful. Summer vacation begins. In the afternoon I drive back to Needham for a doctor appointment. Frank and I will not play pickle tonight, but will watch Wave. He digs through a kitchen drawer quizzing me about every interesting utensil, especially the egg beater. He plays with that for a long, happy time. Until he is hungry, and then we use it to scramble his eggs.