#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Rhododendron and Cinnamon Fern at Dusk

It definitely feels like this upcoming weekend should be Memorial Day Weekend––rather than last weekend. It feels like a holiday weekend because we are going away to a wedding. Even though we are facing our twelfth consecutive weekend of rain. Today was cloudy but pleasantly warm. Low clouds during my swim. Pool very quiet because of this, I think. A nice quiet swim. Then I drove to see my aunt in Connecticut. I stopped to buy a bag of grass seed I hope to get down on some unhealthy patches of grass before rain. The lawn is all weeds, anyway. Weedy grass and weeds, and we like it like that. But there are bare patches. My aunt was cheerful and has adapted well to her stay in rehab. They love her, of course. And I do so much. I talked over the genealogy with her and that was fun, because she and my uncle were so dedicated and generous to start the family history and leave such excellent research. It was a long drive, but i’m listening to a new book about the poet Amy Clampett, Nothing Stays Put by Willard Spiegelman. Then home for an evening with Wave, a casual dinner and then we went outside at dusk for a race to the river and ended up clearing brush until it got too dark. Then races back. No poetry work today, except in my head. I hope to wake early enough to start something before my weekend away. I was really so glad to see my aunt looking a bit better, and being with her today felt extra special. She asked about Brittany––couldn’t remember her name, but she wasn’t upset to be reminded that we lost her. And I entertained her with stories about Fudgy––she loves my Fudgy stories.