#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
Gray treefrogs are variable in color. This ability to vary their color provides them with the ability to camouflage themselves from gray to green or brown, depending on the environment around them.
~ Wikipedia
Today, the photo credit goes to my daughter, Perri, for discovering these little sweeties on the outside stairs on the side of the house. I looked them up and discovered they are gray tree frogs. They make me smile. Today was sun, an early wake-up, helping Wave out the door with breakfast. Watering. Charlie wouldn’t walk. So I went for a short walk without him and took a swim. How did it get to be Thursday? I felt pretty tired this morning, but after my swim when i got to my desk I started to perk up. I am enjoying a re-read of the Edna St. Vincent Millay biography, Savage Beauty, by Nancy Milford, which was free for me to download in Audible. I was reminded of it while listening to the discussion of her poem, “She had forgotten how the August Night,” on the Poetry for All podcast while on Chappie:
She had forgotten how the August night
Was level as a lake beneath the moon,
In which she swam a little, losing sight
Of shore; and how the boy, who was at noon
Simple enough, not different from the rest,
Wore now a pleasant mystery as he went,
Which seemed to her an honest enough test
Whether she loved him, and she was content.
So loud, so loud the million crickets’ choir. . .
So sweet the night, so long-drawn-out and late. . .
And if the man were not her spirit’s mate,
Why was her body sluggish with desire?
Stark on the open field the moonlight fell,
But the oak tree’s shadow was deep and black and
secret as a well.
I told Wave I’d take him on a hike after school but ended up running an errand to drop a meal at my nephew’s and niece’s to celebrate the birth of my grandniece. I made up for it by cooking his favorite dinner. But he still is in need of this special hike, and so am I. We made a plan to go before school in the morning. If we wake up early. And if we are cheerful. That’s the deal.
