#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Farm Pond

A sign of August coming soon: Cardinal flower in bloom in the brook. I walk to Farm Pond in the late rmorning. After writing. Worked on my poem from my day in Athol. Worked to a point of satisfaction. It’s ready for Monday workshop. And worked on a different poem draft that is very rough. I am looking forward to a revision workshop, online, that I signed up for on Thursday night with the poet Sean Singer. This is the poem I am planning to use for the revision workshop with him. Frank was gone all morning at tennis, so I decided to walk to the pond for my swim and take my time. Except I didn’t know that there has been a beaver busy at work in the brook. The main path through Trustees that I take to get to the road on my way to Farm Pond was quite overflowed. Up to my knees in parts! I waded through, in my old sneakers At least three times I had to wade through deep water to get there. I didn’t mind. It’s part of summer. I had a lovely swim to the island and back in the choppy water. There was a soft breeze today. Then my daughter asked me and Frank to play pickle with her and her friend from out of town, so we happily did that. I napped in the late afternoon in the chaise outdoors. It wasn’t too hot. Then we played pickle, again!, with our friends and by that time both me and Frank played pretty poorly and got our butts beaten before a relaxing dinner with them. I have, sadly, strained my lower back. Not playing pickle, But carrying Wave yesterday. A grandmother’s challenge. I still want to carry him. And he’s too big for me to carry. What’s a grandmother to do?