#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Frank is so good with Chippie. Training him. Chippie respects his authority. Today Frank brought in a bunch of workers for a brush and. burn. All my massive stick piles picked up. I worked with them for a bit. It was overcast and cool. Chippie wandered by the river looking for good smelling things like dead fish. I tried to work on poems and felt a bit blank. I am working on accepting that I can be in an in between place right now. With the workers gone in the late afternoon I go out to see all the good work. The trees looking healthy and strong. Still cloudy. Temperature dropping. A quiet dinner by the fire.