#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Typical Memorial Day weather––clouds, intermittent rain. Cool and a bit o wind. I woke up after a very deep sleep, somewhat late, and went to my poems. The new one, from Friday. Tweaks. Up to Kingsbury to swim my mile under the low clouds. Pool a bit cool but I warmed right up. Quiet lanes. Some shots of sun out from clouds. We had a lovely day in the afternoon on the Charles. Still clouds. With Wave & Frank had a fishing pole for Wave. My daughter and I rested and breathed in the blue green of the sweet river. Floating along at fishing pace. I saw an owl fly with prey in it’s mouth rom pine to pine. I saw many red wing blackbirds, one painted turtle, and all the wild yellow irises in bloom along the banks. It sometimes rained and we didn’t mind. Nothing was caught but a bit of chill. We ran home, me and Wave, across the field. I made hot tea. My youngest came for a quick visit and I gave her a shoulder massage. A quiet happy night. Wave and I had made Toll House cookie batter and I baked the cookies and made a simple dinner and then returned to finish a first draft of a new poem. So, I’m set for Monday and Tuesday with what I’ll need. Fighting dinosaurs before bed, of course. Frank had not found his ear buds and seems at peace. Except for how to get the chipmunk living under his car out of the nest it has made. I always think of my mother so much on Memorial Day. How she loved her ritual of going up to Laurel Lake to see her cabin and sisters and brothers. In the rain.