#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Morning Brook, Nature’s Composition

“Green was the silence, wet was the light,
the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”
― Pablo Neruda

The atmosphere of the house has changed, feels full, complete, energetic and dynamic. Frank is home, up early. We meet for coffee and catching up. The yard warms under the sun. All the grass and plants drying quickly from last night’s rain. First, I weed. So many, many weeds! I don’t get that far before walking in the woods, already hot, but today there is a fresh breeze. Later, we get some cucumber and watermelon and eggplant seedlings and also some special heirloom tomato plants from a farm stand nearby. They harvest award winning tomatoes! We’ll see how we will do at that.I have a webinar for the Women Writers and Artists Matrix, How Pictures Heal in the hot afternoon. It’s a bit of a pull to separate myself from family time, but I am delighted with the workshop, the writing that’s produced, and I’m very glad to have done it. I walk with my daughter through the baking hot woods after that and Charlie, and we go to my friend’s dock on Farm Pond––the water is deliciously cold. I take a good swim around the island, my first trip around the island and then my friend comes out and we lazily swim and talk, and I feel, this is summer, the beginning. We have weeks to go. It’s here. It’s really here, and I am so grateful to be in it, full stop. I walk home, refreshed, through the woods. How tired I am tonight, in a good way. Summer day tired, the best.

Wild Grapevine