#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Frank left early and I got up to take care of Chippie so he could get easily out the door. I fulfilled a request for breakfast pancakes. I raked and raked and Chippie helped. I am working on the driveway and it’s long and has a ton of leaves. I led my critique group and my Israeli group and otherwise did some submitting and some more raking because I love to be outside, even though it was cold and overcast and the leaves were wet. They are easier to move when it’s wet. In the late afternoon I put Chippie inside because he was tired and biting me and I went alone to the river to look at he current and look at the brush clearing and to breathe and feel peace and I did. I came around the bend near the brook and there was Mr. Mallard, returning from a visit on dry land to Mrs. Mallard’s nest, to the brook. I watched him for awhile. So, they are back. And I have not seen the nest, but guess I’ll notice it now. There are huge brush piles at the edge of the trees in many areas. I am guessing they have chosen a hidden spot. Chip hasn’t met them yet. I made dinner for my daughter and grandson, simple. I worked on my old manuscript and decided it’s a chapbook. Culling poems.