#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Tree Fungi

The clouds were pretty remarkable today. Huge bosomy white presences. Hanging low. Tonight, glistening pink. Layers of softness. A big spectacle of cloud. It’s warm today. Moving out of summer. The sense of endings. I worked on a poem. Went for a long walk in the woods. That’s what I felt like doing. I thought I might weed and water today, but didn’t. Today I had a hard time mustering enthusiasm. I’m feeling between season. I saw the loveliest tree fungi. Nature’s surprise colors. Errands. Revised my morning poem. Workshop again tonight. My mood a bit flat. Fortunately, my bee itching diminished today and that was a huge relief. A mouse ran over my foot in my outdoor shower and that bothered me immensely.