#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

The brook is waterless, as it often is at the end of summer. The cardinal flower blooms in the mud and grass. The raccoons come looking for water and find none here. There was no early hike after all with Wave. He opted for breakfast in bed––a dipping egg. I was a little relieved and took my walk a bit later. I needed quiet time in my head and the chance to look at everything and take pictures which was very centering and lovely. A quiet house to work in. I prepared for a one-hour guest writing workshop that I ran in the late afternoon. I worked a little on my play and came to a new title. The ferns are in that lovely stage of going green to brown. Tonight, after a casual dinner, I played pickle outside. The clouds were blue and pink and it was playful fun after a busy week. Frank on his way home.