#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Milkweed

What I love is near at hand, 
Always, in earth and air.

~Theodore Roethke, The Far Field

So little water left in the brook. Two thin puddles. And Charlie drinks one of them! It’s a sweet morning, early, in the yard. Mushrooms popping up under the trees. Ah, I am tired this morning.But Charlie and I go for a walk in the woods and the meadow. No real time today to get my own creative work done. A very nice thing today despite some challenges: dinner of swordfish and grilled vegetables with Frank on the deck in the mild, early evening air. All is well as dusk over the cloudless sky comes on.