#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Snow! A dusting on the grass outside the window. i have no appointments, no Wave to get off. I sleep in until 8, and then I start a challenging poem for my manuscript. It’s time to write it. And I have the time. So, I sit in my doubt and think. Draft some lines. Dislike them. But it’s a start. A couple of hours later I have a draft that I think is good. I haven’t walked, I haven’t had a swim. But I feel tired from this effort. I lie down for bit. Just digesting. Letting the poem settle. And it does. Soon enough I get out for my walk. I see the heron lift off from the bank. I see a muskrat making a current as he crosses the river. I see another muskrat in the brook, swimming away from me and crossing the brook on a fallen log. The mallards too. And when I take my walk and return to the yard there is a goldfinch with a bluebird flying up to a tree. Spring, spring, spring and the snow is now gone. It’s a special day. In the late afternoon my daughter is here, plus her friend, plus Will. Wave is home and we play hide and seek in the yard which is pure fun for Wave––all of us. He doesn’t want it to end, of course. But Frank’s home with the take-out dinner. We all eat together—all three of my kids and Franci’s friend and Will and Wave, of course. Cake and presents. Then we all play a game, Dixit. The evening lasts. Lots of fun. Ping pong. And I even get the plastic eggs filled before bed with treats for Wave’s egg hunt in the morning.