#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
More clouds than sun this month of May in New England, and cold, suddenly cold again this week after a summery Memorial Day weekend. Now, I realize as I walk in the green moist woods and the cloud covered meadow, May is coming to a close and June will begin. My youngest came home after a few days away, and she is looking hard for apartments to set up her life independently. I see how happy, how enthusiastic, how excited she is, and I am happy for her too. And I am also letting this shift settle in my own mind and heart, a passage. A stage of life ending. Another new beginning for me, as well as for her.
THE MERRY MONTH OF MAY