#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Cardinal Flower in the brook

Waking at home. Windows and doors open. Frank brings me my coffee before I am out of bed. He’s happy to be home as well. The house is quiet. I spend some time working on my newsletter and send it out before I go out myself. I walk to the river and startle a cormorant and then a white heron. There are ducks and geese. The river is busy with wild birds at their morning routines. Today, a homecoming of working in the yard. Weeding, watering, raking, trimming. And I ran into a bees nest, underground. Stung about eight times. Ran to the outdoor shower and shook them out of my clothes and rinsed off furiously. It’s surprising how much the stingers can sting. It’s been hours, and the stings are still needling me. Oh well. I’ve kind of been lucky not to have run into a nest sooner!

Frank joins me in the afternoon and we work at projects for the tennis court. He is rebuilding a stone wall. I raked and trimmed around trees, raked the stone wall, but brush. It was hot and I liked the way we both give all of our energy and work together. Mid-day I had gone in and worked on a poem and I felt good about this revision, so in the yard I wasn’t feeling torn between yard work and my writing. We made ourselves so physically tired and happy in the summer sun. What a breeze today. The breeze I’ve been waiting for. No melancholy about the light change today. Acceptance. Autumn will be upon us soon.