#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

“There's sometimes a good hearty tree growin' right out of the bare rock, out o' some crack that just holds the roots', she went on to say, 'right on the pitch o' one o' them bare stony hills where you can't seem to see a wheelbarrowful o' good earth in a place, but that tree'll keep a green top in the driest summer. You lay your ear down to the ground an' you'll hear a little stream runnin'. Every such tree has got its own livin' spring; there's folks made to match 'em.”
― Sarah Orne Jewett, The Country of the Pointed Firs

Today I did make it to poetry and was so glad. I woke early in the quiet house and continued a revision until I was out of time, sent it off, went for my walk/run. I have felt a little like running lately. My long walks leading me back to it. Not by any means fast. A slow jog. Enjoyed myself. Back for a short swim. Workshop. My revisions work well. I am immersed in poems and critique for two hours, and glad to be there. The rest of the ay so much activity and fun. Swimming and paddle boarding. Then pickle with our friends which was really fun as well. A nice recreation area close by. The cool day, the thin clouds. Fall in the air. The bright, bright goldenrod. I’m so glad we’re here.