#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
This cloud covered morning I walk trails of the other side of the river in muggy morning. There is threat and expectancy of rain, but this is drought, and the gray sky only threatens.
Along the trail beside the Charles there is a brook that runs from the river, when there is water, under the path through a large steel pipe, off into the woods. This rocky bed of waterless soil has baked dry days and days of summer - I pass regularly without notice.
Today, bright red berries, this arresting mystery, catches my eye.
I learn its name and nature - enchanting poison.